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