Beast in the garden I’ll think of you –    covered in ribbons I’ll think of you    but I’ll take a part of it    oh just a little bit    everyone wants their control.   Fisherman passing the buck to the farm hand    jumping concerns over backbones and benchmarks    and telephones and speedbumps are on their way out.   Please don’t make me buy new shoes this year    please don’t make me buy new sneakers this year.      You were right,    the voice of the cars on the road next to mine    to remind me of things that I burned in my skin    how a boy makes decisions and bases them all on lies      Baby got a balloon gonna take it to the top of the stairs    said baby’s got a balloon gonna take it to the top of the stairs    who comes to parties said all dressed up like that    you a hero with real gold inside your hands   Show her what she wants   Show her what she wants   Show her what she wants   She wants it all   She wants it all   Cops are the killers and hospitals never close eyes    are like pissing in puddles the smallest of backs    I won’t turn my head    your boat has left and now your mates are dead    you get in the car drive as far as the city goes.      40 hawks to guide my way per mile   And if she’s drunk on Alcohol and smiles      Age is on you and it’s no one but you.