Child of dirt
Dream, sonny, dream
Dream, sonny, dream
Of cola, juice and lemonade
And the red cards stacking up again
See, sonny, see
Those porcelain statues gaze away
For Icarus is what they play
Feel, sonny, feel
Feel, sonny, feel
Dropped off like a ton of bricks
Little Mac is knocked for six
Venturing up those wooden stairs
You say oh no don't go up there
The VCR is just in sight as we loaded it with false delight
And the first sights and sounds are burnt I have become
Just a child of dirt
Just a child of dirt
It's nothing at all, no harm done
Curious, just a little fun
It could be worse, they'd say
Who'd listen anyway
Think, sonny, think
Think, sonny, think
Freddy's finished while Murphy fits
And solitaire's scattered by Pushkin's spit
Learn, sonny, learn
With microscopes and crane fly legs
The rainbow sky on the formica ledge
Feel, sonny, feel
Feel, sonny, feel
With trust in those who do know best
Awake in the cold wet, moths dance overhead
We'd creep out the bed, smile on my face
You say stop, you know it's not your place
Curious mind, brown empty room
The machine purrs, it's a new cartoon
And left with no chance to revert But to become
Just a child of dirt
Just a child of dirt
It's nothing at all, no harm done
Curious, just a little fun
It could be worse, they'd say
Who'd listen anyway
Just a child of dirt
Just a child of dirt
Dream, sonny, dream
Of cola, juice and lemonade
And the red cards stacking up again
See, sonny, see
Those porcelain statues gaze away
For Icarus is what they play
Feel, sonny, feel
Feel, sonny, feel
Dropped off like a ton of bricks
Little Mac is knocked for six
Venturing up those wooden stairs
You say oh no don't go up there
The VCR is just in sight as we loaded it with false delight
And the first sights and sounds are burnt I have become
Just a child of dirt
Just a child of dirt
It's nothing at all, no harm done
Curious, just a little fun
It could be worse, they'd say
Who'd listen anyway
Think, sonny, think
Think, sonny, think
Freddy's finished while Murphy fits
And solitaire's scattered by Pushkin's spit
Learn, sonny, learn
With microscopes and crane fly legs
The rainbow sky on the formica ledge
Feel, sonny, feel
Feel, sonny, feel
With trust in those who do know best
Awake in the cold wet, moths dance overhead
We'd creep out the bed, smile on my face
You say stop, you know it's not your place
Curious mind, brown empty room
The machine purrs, it's a new cartoon
And left with no chance to revert But to become
Just a child of dirt
Just a child of dirt
It's nothing at all, no harm done
Curious, just a little fun
It could be worse, they'd say
Who'd listen anyway
Just a child of dirt
Just a child of dirt
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Writer(s): Mark Elphinstone
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