Dixey hangs    With a tricky lot of cowards   Who though not all star   Have prides too large    For a fair hunt on Ursa Minor   Hand me down directions   And I'll still lay what plans I can      So evening came   Only to pool what constellations figured would    Make shapely dancing girls of the world   Who are now in the parking lot    Flipping cars on to the lawn   Nice to be on the bridge   Sunshine, orangey, de de de*   After tasting who's down for some    Family style hellraisin'      Tossing young men from high windows   Care air lighter than Cosmo   Knows no bounds of charming   Building aisles of sound from my room   And sung so softly none understood   You better not break her backhand concentration   So evening came to pull apart   What Easter was left in her heart   Saying 'poor child there's your bear hunt'   You now need no things of this world   And he is of this world and dreams horizontally   Of girls half kangaroo all speaking English very well   For being girls who are now in the parking lot   Flipping cars on to the lawn   Nice to off the bridge    Sunshine, orangey, de de de   After tasting who's down for some    Family style hellraisin'      Tossing young men from high windows   Care air lighter than Cosmo   Knows no bounds of charming   Building aisles of sound from my room   And sung so softly none understood      Poor dear, it must break you down to tears   And who will be warming the silver jets tonight?   Oh no, you are never where I need you   When I want to sleep   I know more tricks than your poor dick could stand   I refrain their use for your   Weak spine can't handle all my ways of soft destruction   Meant to bring you back to life      Like the day we went for eyes    And you whispered roses and there   I was standing at the front of the line   Demanding giant red ones      Oh poor child, you're such a sweet thing   Oh poor child, for you know nothing   Run from, run from me I want to change things   Run from me, run from me I want to bring you back to life