I Won't Look Down Lyrics

pot-bellied soldier left his shoes
with his kitchen reject booze
and his company car
shot off to join the tridentees

(or the trumpeters with wings)
(or the mud and the ash)

I have to go now
no sense in hanging around
and when I'm leaving
I swear I won't look down

crying in squeezebox traffic
smashing my shell with hammers
nobody asked me to hold
what will I do without you here
for my ghosts and rumbles
who'll be Samaritan now?

and when I have nowhere to live
and I have no air to breathe
I'll be homeless, wheezing, cold and alone