Shag

It rained because I took the dust of your bones

Crushed and seeded all the clouds

It rained for days, a blaze of hail

And stones the size of men around your house

Rusty spring uncoils in a baby bottle

Toddler screams over power, the infant death rattle

Push the little baby down the

Push the little baby down the

Push the little baby down the spiral stairs

Push the little baby down the

Push the little baby down the

Push the little baby down the spiral stairs

It's lame because it fell above

The needs of his pretend life and his wishes

So now it limps, and counts the hours

Watches the clock by pounding doves and dishes

Delta Force plays on your old gray monitor

Power Team breaks flaming blocks of cinder

Sick of sickness, you're unkind and a liar

Get your kicks, a witness to feeble slaughter

In your castle, all your candles drip on the pavement

From what I've heard

And the cattle that you laid down drip on the pavement

From what I've heard, heard, heard

Cold, wet floor

Heard, heard

Cold, wet floor

Push the little baby down the

Push the little baby down the

Push the little baby down the spiral stairs

Push the little baby down the

Push the little baby down the

Push the little baby down the spiral stairs

Push the little baby down the

Push the little baby down the

Push the little baby down the spiral stairs

Push the little baby down the

Push the little baby down the

Push the little baby down the spiral stairs

Push