Dynamite
A faceless ghost
A shadow walking after sunset
He sleeps by day
In a lonely washed out back street garret
He could be you
He could be me
Whoever he is
He's dynamite
Watch out, Dynamite
I say, he's got all he needs
In a paper bag that he carries
Absent mindedly
He'll leave it behind as he tarries
He could be you
He could be me
Whoever he is
He's dynamite
Whoa, watch out, Dynamite
I say, he could be you
And he could be me
Yeah, whoever he is
He's dynamite
Watch out, Dynamite