Eyes are sober, this is the plan I′m sitting in a car heading Neverland A fancy man, a fancy man He′s pointing with the fingers that are left on his hand
Eyes are hazel, but far too cold Looking out for love But none of us can Where′s the monkey that I′ve been told of I′m staring at the money that burns in my hand I′m dancing for dollars And for a fancy man
Come right over, I′ll knock on your shoulder This is a story and this is what I′ve planned An angry man, an angry man Nothing is more fatal than an angry man
Vulnerable heights Feed the hand that bites me Following the steam into another room Standing in the corner Is this my home Showing us love that none of us can I′m singing for money That burns in my hand
Long ago when Mercury descended high on the moon Far below where little hands are making shapes in the room The shadows they dance And they cheer up this place The face that′s staring through the tiny crack in the door Eyes so wide He′s never seen a woman fall on the floor
I swear daddy′s killed her this time Should I make a rocket? Should I try to fly away? Should I make a hammer? Should I try to smash his face? Should I make a bullet? Should I try to shoot the gun? I′m sure the judge will let me off real soon.
Long ago when Saturn tried to find a way past the sun Deep inside a little boy is turning pain into fun The pencils, the crayons, the paint colors run The plans are forming slowly made with scissors and glue Eyes so wide He′s telling mommy all the things he can do He′ll sketch a contraption to save them for sure
He can draw an alien He can come and take them home He can draw a cartoon He can draw a safety hatch He can draw a hot bath He can plug a toaster in And wait till daddy′s nice and warm Toss it in And then when he′s gone There′s a neverland of fun
Take a loaded gun Take a shot of rum Take a poison rat There′s a lesson in that No more closing fists No more face to hit No more bloody nose or apologetic roses
Long ago when Mercury descended high on the Moon Should I make a rocket? Should I try to fly away? Far below little hands are making shapes in the room Should I make a hammer? Should I try to smash his face? Long ago when Saturn tried to find a way past the sun Should I draw are cartoon? Should I draw an alien? Deep inside a little boy is turning pain into fun Should I draw a hot bath? Should I throw the toaster in?