A young man is lying face down and faceless In the warm Californian sun Spread like a sacrifice out on the ground In the heat of the day His life spilling out from a paper sack Flowing free as the blood from a blade And we all move on He laid himself down on these manicured lawns Where the dogs of the day never go Though he's down and dirty The music is blasting the sound of his new radio Did he dance in a moment of madness Till the world slowly fades into black And we all move on Each and everyone Don't turnaround, don't look around Keep runnin' from the gun And we all move on And we all move on And we all move on We all move on