You're gonna have to take him away, cause he don't wanna leave Charlie's such a good boy, a good boy Mamma's crying out, "Where's he hiding?" Charlie's such a good boy, good boy.
And now he's sleeping at home in his rocket ship bed Why does being good feel so damn bad? He stares at a picture of his run away dad shines his flashlight steady. Kid, you're such an easy target, without a rebel bone. You're so compliant, quiet as a stepping stone. Did he give you the love you were yearning for? Did he give you what you need?
Have you heard the headlines on Blackberry street There lived a kid out there in number 523 He came home smelling of old shaving cream He began to act out. He became a little devil, BB gun to the birds and he spit out the F! and the S! and D! words His mamma asked the priest and the priest replied, "He used to be an angel, mam, Ya, I don't know why."
You can keep a secret right? Right. I can trust you with my life? Right. I don't get no sleep at night, Night. You can keep a secret right?