Monachial dreams and a puddle of light And a red little girl's at the top of a slide And an an orange old man at the bottom Wants to take her for a ride
As she slips and she tumbles the orange man mumbles Pennies fall out of the sky She could say that her dream's the american one But she'd know it was a lie
She's a third the down and her skirts are yanked up And her little girl cheeks start to wrinkle But her smile is white and her legs are spread wider Her hair growing long And her hips Getting larger Past Getting brighter Light Growing weaker
She is halfway down now but the man is impatient He tugs at his watchchain Today he'll be late But she's coming She's coming She's coming
Who taught the fingers The fingers of the little girl Who taught the fingers Of the little girl on the swingset
As she starts to draw nearer the view becomes clearer The splinters are painful but she doesn't feel it The pennies were loaded and as they exploded She starts to spin out of control
Her eyes are now closing Her sleeves are unrolling Up past her head And her veins are all showing Not that she noticed Her senses are focuses on One old man who's laughing Who's laughing Who's laughing
Don't worry, I've got you Don't worry, I've got you Don't worry, I've got you Don't worry, I've got you
The orangeman got you
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