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!
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 draw are cartoon? Should I draw an alien?
Should I draw a hot bath? Should I throw the toaster in?