reality rains down on your parade
the closet skeletons all rattle on
throw in the towel before you've got to run

Jewel in the hand
a lump of fired sand
don't feed the (fathers)
(starving from his sand)

? ? ? ? pay the price
there's all the time you want to do it twice
the cards before the hall so fall in line
and save away a chill of summertime

Jewel in the hand
a lump of fired sand
don't feed the (fathers)
(starving from his sand)

Behind the year to year's a little crack
put and drips and runs onto the crack
new days come in to break the spell away
reality rains on your parade

Jewel in the hand
a lump of fired sand
don't feed the (fathers)
(starving from his sand