Little Kids - P.O.S

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…