Standing in the shadows at the end of my bed We've got heads on sticks You've got ventriloquists The rats and children follow me out of town I slip away I slipped on a little white lie Come on kids

Lost and lonely child, living in a world of fear Lose yourself in another day Find out there's another way My oh my, you look so blue Just turn and look my way, a smile will do Catch it now, has to be soon Or lonely hours will be your doom Lost and

I hope I stay close Oh, cause I had my doubts, oh! Don't take my baby boy Don't take my pride and joy Little hands, little feet Tiny heart, tiny beat Oh, thinkin' about the time we spent falling in love (in love) I don't wanna leave you I don't want him

Little baby's eyes Eyes, eyes, eyes Lay me down In a bunker Underground I won't let this happen To my children

And I guess that's why they call it the blues Time on my hands could be time spent with you Laughing like children, living like lovers Rolling like thunder under the covers Wait on me girl Cry in the night if it helps But more than ever I simply love you

Squeeze me baby, 'till the juice runs down my leg I should have quit you long time ago Ohh yeah, long time ago I wouldn't be here, my children Down on this killin' floor I should have listened, baby, to my second mind Ohh, I should have listened, baby,

Maybe it's the last night See now I just wanna live forever, and ever See now I don't wanna see an era, an era, an era She got that body, oh me oh my Send them pics to my phone, GPOY When the world was with this and that I was young, didn't know to hold

With a gun in your hand, I'm the boogieman I'm gonna come and get you You've got to help us, can you? Yes you can You've got to help us, can you? Yes you can, oh If you point a gun at my rising sun Though we're not the one But in the bounds of your mind

Oh baby, baby, it's a wild world It's hard to get by just upon a smile But if you want to leave take good care I'll always remember you just like a child girl Hope you make a lot of nice friends out there But just remember there's a lot of bad air and

Child, mama (whoa oh oh oh oh) I'm a grown-ass man child, baby (whoa oh oh oh oh) I'm Peter Pan with a Cuban in my hand I'm a grown-ass man child, mama (whoa oh oh oh oh) I crush brunch like a mother, hold the bread like a hustler Wife was the light of