Our hero lays in the grass dreaming of

His little sweet child

He remembers holding her hands and

Touching her little sweet smile

If a man can create this neon tower into the sky

Where the hell was the God of the Coca-Cola sign

The night she died

Hear me Hear me I'm at the bottom of

The red and the white sign

Hear me Hear me I'm at the bottom of

I'm coming for you

Hear me Hear me I'm at the bottom of

The red and the white sign

Hear me Hear me