He is a simple man on the inside
and a martyr and a legend
and he loves the people that reject him
but he does not touch them, for fear
that they’ll melt
and he’s got enough messes to clean
I swear

He moves with impunity
down any city street he chooses
and he does not show his passport
and he has no homeland, at least
not in this universe,
but he wanders among us and he
wonders at us anyway

He speaks to children, sometimes
he whispers in their ears to tell them
all the things that their moms
and dads are doing wrong
and sometimes the children listen
so they try to do the right thing
but sometimes they
just run

And maybe you would to, I mean
he did kill all those people
all those years ago.