The day Simon came to town
He was riding a white pony
Stetson deep in his face
And the straitjacket wrapped loose around his hips
People where staring at him
This town was too small not to know him
Although no one saw for fifteen years
In front of the saloon he stopped
Turned at the gathering crowd
A water-pump-gun in his left one and yelled
See me standing here
I am Simon B
What a piece of meat
Still tranquilized
But filled with kerosene
And the rage of years
Not a trace of guilt I feel these days
I'm here while I'm inside out
Now look at the ape you made of me
I m here and I'm an angry loon
I'm here
Mentally deficient man escaped the mental home
Police needs any information or help from the rural population to get him back in custody
He is one meter eighty tall
And has last been seen wearing a cowboy costume
He might be confused and helpless
There is no danger for anybody
He is harmless and nonviolent
No one can see me
When I close my eyes
No one can touch me
Because I'm never frightened
Your disgust moves me
Now I'm burning
You're just another f**ing club I couldn't join
You s**
And I don't need to
You s**
You're beautiful and rich
Therefore I'm here to k** you
You s** your own blood
I'm out
I'm out
I'm out
- laughter -