Paper Boy, Paper Boy with your head on fire
With your thoughts to yourself pretty Paper Boy
Paper Boy, Paper Boy with your head in your hands
With the weight of the world Paper Boy
Little girl, black girl with your dreams cut short
With a frightened grin, God's little girl
Pretty girl running did you make them proud
Did it come in a rush God's little girl?
Nobody cares and everyone agrees
We all pretend we all believe
It's better to burn than it is to smoulder
Pray you're not alone
Turn a knife in the back of weakness
All God's fear and all God's reasons
Smoke it right down to the filter
Bury your shaking hands
Paper Boy, Paper Boy with your head on fire
With your thoughts to yourself pretty Paper Boy
Paper Boy, Paper Boy with your head in your hands
With the weight of the world Paper Boy