| Throw down a line, help a poor boy | 
| Who’s drowning in the stormy sea | 
| Throw down a line, help a poor boy | 
| Who’s hanging in a nowhere tree | 
| Have you got a place for me Men are tied in chains of silence | 
| I look on violence, up, down, left and right | 
| Is there no hope of light | 
| The peaceful hand that once caressed me Hurts like the rest, because it’s turned to stone | 
| Talons of steel have grown | 
| Throw down a line, help a poor boy | 
| Who’s drowning in the stormy sea | 
| Throw down a line, help a poor boy | 
| Who’s hanging in a nowhere tree | 
| Have you got a place for me Yeah, oh help me, yeah | 
| Throw down a line, help a poor boy | 
| Who’s drowning in the stormy sea | 
| Throw down a line, help a poor boy | 
| Who’s hanging in a nowhere tree | 
| Have you got a place for me See the moon, it’s getting nearer | 
| But no more clearer than the earth below | 
| What do we really know | 
| I feel the stab of pain returning | 
| Despair is burning in my heart again | 
| Why don’t they see the end, ooooh | 
| Throw down a line, help a poor boy | 
| Who’s drowning in the stormy sea | 
| Yeah, throw down a line, help a poor boy | 
| Who’s hanging in a nowhere tree | 
| Have you got a place for me Throw down a line, help a poor boy | 
| Who’s drowning in the stormy sea | 
| Yeah, throw down a line, help a poor boy | 
| Who’s hanging in a nowhere tree | 
| Have you got a place for me |