I saw you turn the other cheek and smile.
I saw my father walk that lonely mile.
I saw a girl with a guitar at the crack of dawn.
I saw a beggar sitting in the cold with just an old Nirvana T-Shirt on.
I saw the flames of Jupiter reach across the sky.
I saw a preacher selling expensive lies, and didn't bother to ask him why.
I saw four young men from nowhere change the world with yeah, yeah, yeah.
I saw blood against the window of a florist shop somewhere.

There's so many things I saw today, I don't know what do or say,
I'm scared of thinking what it means.
I just thought you'd like to see them too, so I bought these pictures home to you,
Stuffed in the pockets of my jeans (x3)

I heard the winter's first and only snowflake fall.
I heard the sound of rustling skirts like Degas sketches in a mall
I heard the whisper of the traffic in a hubcap down on second beach.
I heard the crying of discarded kids, somewhere desperately out of reach.
I heard the bells of freedom chime for black South Africa
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I heard Americans talk like Americans, pretending to be Americans, everywhere,
Even in America

There's so many things I heard today, I don't know what to do or say.
I'm scared of thinking what it means
I just thought you'd like to hear them too, so I bought their soundtrack back to you
Stuffed in the pockets of my jeans (x3)
I know the end is coming, and it doesn't matter when.
I know the end is a beginning, if it happens ever now and then.
Worlds collide and tears explode.
Our songs are S.O.S. percussion messages in Morse code
I know the kids can hear me, there's nothing to explain
I hear murmurs of disapproval, but they won't make me change my name again
So whatever this is all about, I'll say it straight; I'll sing it out.
We don't need no one to tell us what it means
I'm sure you got some pictures too, with no one else to show them too
Stuffed in the pockets of your jeans (x3)



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