He wants a knife-steel
To brandish a knife
To tell all the kids
To value their life
"Don't touch the ceiling
Don't touch anything
And if they paint is yellow you should run for the
Hills"
Me, I am afraid
To exit the room
Inch by inch, I inch out the door
Until I hear that old lady screaming
"Where are you going?
We're just beginning!
And if I want to have you in bed on the side, you
Will"