The Red Baron is hiding behind a cloud And you’re Snoopy, a foodbowl on your head A red hankerchief, hanging from a stick Or in the back of cars that make you sick
Oh sit down son, I’ll tell you what you’re worth Oh sit sown son, come floating back to Earth
A broken orchard, the summer lasts for years Behind the sundial, the elven disappear And from the old oak, a tire as aswing hangs low The noble wolfhound is gentle with the crow
Oh sit down son, I’ll tell you what you’re worth Oh sit sown son, come floating back And give me a wide birth
In between the dirt and the pine In between what’s fucked and what’s fine
An errant light bulb burning at your feet Take revenge on a kite-eating tree The boy with the blanket who pats birds on the head He told you he dreams of flying, and this is what you said
Oh sit down son, I’ll tell you what you’re worth Oh sit sown son, come floating back to Earth