One In Six Children Will Flee In Boats

Silver gnomes all in my dome and cameras can finally roam
By themselves, they've got hearts to moan
And friends of mine have got friends with coke

Oh, rabbit, rabbit, you've this habit of breaking legs and nouveau carat
And my heart has passed its final rite and it's breaking legs for dollars

These blue boards keep on creaking in my head
These blue boards, creaking on my ship

Though the light is an undescribed sanction
Who you questioning in the blue-black dirt?

Over that ridge a hunter lives, stake him out with broken gifts
By the light, by the merry man who gave his lives when he gave knives to children
Raise him up, stake him up, grab the sun and drink his blood in cups
Don't wait to be a monarch, man
Oh I'll bet you can, I know you can

These blue boards keep on creaking in my head
These blue boards, creaking on my ship

Though the light is taking its time
Who you questioned in the blue-black dirt?