Slide

A late April day and it's sunny outside

And a red little girl's at the top of a slide

And an an orange old man at the bottom

Wants to take her for a ride

As she slips and she tumbles the orange man mumbles

Pennies crash down from the sky

And he tells her he'll take her away where it's safe

And of course it is a lie

She's a third the down and her skirts are yanked up

And her little girl cheeks start to wrinkle

But her smile is wide and her legs are spread wider

Her hair growing long and her hips getting larger

Past getting brighter

Light growing weaker

She is halfway down now but the man is impatient

Shakes change in his pocket he might have to wait but she's coming

She's coming

She's coming

Who are you blaming?

They're just playing!

That's a good one

Who left the playground

A good decade before the bell rang?

As she starts to draw nearer the view becomes clearer

The splinters are painful but she doesn't feel it

The pennies were loaded and as they exploded

She starts to spin out of control...

Her eyes are now closing her sleeves are unrolling

Up past her head and her veins are all showing

Not that she noticed she's thoroughly focused on

One old man who's laughing...

Who's laughing

Who's laughing

Don't worry

I've got you

Don't worry

I've got you

Don't worry

I've got you

Don't worry

I've got you

The orange man got you...

A late April day and it's sunny outside

And a red little girl's at the top of a slide

And an an orange old man at the bottom

Wants to take her for a ride