Ben Sasso - Mr. Balloon Man Lyrics

His bubble blue pocket tee shirt strains into retaining wall
Holdin' in all his worry bout dying old with nothing to talk about
He spins his clock floatin' through the market
Hoping to god for a face to smile at
With all his teeth and all his grief
About growing old with shit to talk about
So he drifts on through that human stew
In his stress ball blue retaining wall tee shirt
He never planned much for the future
But some things just get handed to you
He swells on up with electric water
When the deli mama ain't got nothin' to say to him
His looks bouncing off her charcoal eyelids
They keep fillin' him up till he's Mr. Balloon Man
Mr. Balloon man, Mr. Stuffed Ham
Tub of jelly man, ripplin skin man
Pop with a pin man, he's holdin' it in man
Does he have a family, man? Does he have a family, man
Now he's barrellin' through the market
Bouncing off those happy families
Packin' baskets with healthy habits
And packs of pre-sliced lemon wedges
Now he's grabbin' every happy face
And spitting his blood just to mark his place
In each black hole between the frames
He sees himself when the newscast plays
That birds eye shot of an entire culture
Layin in the grass at peace with each other
The whole herd decked in kitty cat trust
Laying belly up in patch of sunshine
And ohh he sees all the little gaps
He chart's his screen, and makes a little map
Circles all those empty patches
Till it's flashing green tween' all their asses
There's a nap right there where the pair with the glasses
Left a gap so bare the sun burned it to ashes
It's a Christmas tree on his TV screen
And his heart beats a caffeine tambourine
And all he want's is to meet the reaper
And to lay peace with those Jonestown sleepers
Well, Mr. balloon man, Good afternoon, man
How are you doin', man? How are you doin', man