Besedila: Throwing Muses. Red Heaven. Dio.

Don't look back
And he's your soldier
Don't look back
And he's your soldier

That sheet metal sound next door
Is keeping me awake
Janie's eyes are open
And my feet are killing me
If this isn't the truth

Don't look down
And he's your shoulder
Don't look down
And he's your shoulder

That cheap little loud mouth whore
Is keeping me awake
The baby's eyes are open
And this heat is killing me
If this isn't the truth

Clap my hands, slap my legs
I can't find it
But that sweet little bastard boy
Is breaking me a leg
Maybe mine is broken, I don't mind it

I don't mind it
I said, I don't mind it
Dio, Dio, Dio