I've got shovels for my hands   Anchors for my legs   Wings jut out my shoulder blades   I can go anywhere      I can't go anywhere   I'm trapped in a mirror   And you're certainly no hammer      Like the fiery sun   Whose touch nothing outruns   But the craters of the arctic moon   My burning eyes are after you      So add another notch   In your painted town I'll rot   As another nameless block   What's learned won't quickly be forgot