Lamposts flickering torches

Make out the random attack

Color the victim's bright new clothes

I turn my back

And distance myselft from the pack of humans

stripped down to the size

Of my favorite neighborhood

The smell has me mesmorized

It's the one thing I know is good


Has got me beleiving

My small role down here

Has significant meaning

I try to calm my fears

Clearly revealed, thru open skies


Meet the simplest of crouds

the trrees are very loud

Like ogres high on wine

their long beards growing wide

Swaying under the moon

Laughing with the loon

they can hear me speak out loud


I was mopping marble floors

For heavy rich men

Sweating in their overpriced threads

I can't plan ahead

But if I stay I'm dead


Their boiling rage

Made all too clear

By their words of hate

I've no place here

They've got no power over me


They'll do what they can

I don't undeerstand

They've got no power over me


I was mopping marble floors

For heavy rich men

Sweating in their overpriced threads

If I plan ahead

If I plan ahead I'm dead