Little Kids

Now baby get up out that water Cuz every castle in the sand's bout to falter It's like the Rock of Gibraltar Another sheep selfishly sent to the slaughter, holler (It's gonna be one of those songs,) He lives like an audition He skipped his intuition Living like a nerve, on feelings and superstitions He swerves through classes and curves through masses And passes a million dirty looks, he shuffles books His every moment is staged, He feels he's plagued with this playwright Who fails to give his character some insight Oh, and every time he gets the cue to speak his mind Enter stage left, an understudy steps on his lines Not a word, spoke, he goes unheard Is this a joke? His melodrama's now the theater of the absurd It seems his author serendipities the music, comedy, drama Weathered and haggardly enters the muse in tragedy, cool Change his script, and change the block, and change roles Pulls the gun from his bag and gets to cockin' Pulls the trigger at the kids who kept him as an outsider Turns that shit on himself, so he can finally meet his writer Little kids, ok Little kid walks out in the street Man behind the wheel looks for change under the seat Little girl belly hurt, she holds strong Woman gives up hope, says it's been too long Peace, love, unity, respect Parties over, dancin' with a needle in his neck Bright eyes, they be dark when dad comes home Pretends to count sheep so that she'll be left alone She only did for money once or twice Said he learned the true meaning of Minnesota nice A ??? sea breeze fixed his head Mother shakes and screams, tries to wake the dead Little kids live on incomplete Little kids trip without the prospect of a beat Steady comin' down from a roll all wrong Little kids stay little kids cuz growin' up is gone She was always well dressed, well groomed, well known But she hid behind a canvas the second she got home She loved to paint, nothin' in particular Just blues and grays, that's how she felt throughout her days Her landscape was shaped by friends and hangers-on From boys to the push-up bras they pulled on But she was always very wary, cuz popularity's scary Especially when sincerity rarely comes in clearly To her it was all fake, mock life, mock friends She wanted to paint it white, and start again She wrote letters to her little brother and mother And packed up her stuff Then she ran like water colors Now, a little change in scenery never hurt nothin' but still-life But still, life's been everything but real for her right? Without her crew, she's like, without a clue, so like She don't know who she's like, know what I mean? She found a crew she likes, started up new But the only thing that's left of her is the paint on her jeans So she'll be gone soon Little kid walks out in the street... Now baby get up out that water...