(Yoohoo etc. Oh Hello. Hello.). I read a brand new paper. About a man who had a thousand guns. Lived in the Southern States. Ran away from everyone. Felt it wasn't safe. Even in the Southern States. I read a brand new paper. Walking down my own street. The man with a thousand guns. Has taken to his feet. He felt it wasn't safe. Even in the Southern States. He thought that he might die. But was he frightened by. Anyone with a gun?. Well every stranger's danger. Everybody has one. But alone and hungry. He couldn't eat his...... Guns. I watched my television. Sitting on the floor. The window man was watching. Me and a million more. He read me the news. Someone's getting abused. He thought that we might die. He wasn't frightened why. Everyone has a bomb. It's a passing danger. Or so he said. Everybody has one. Care to see or just wait. (That's just great).