Oh, yeah... 'cause blue skies over head. Blue skies in my head.
All the time clocks are marching; soldiers sob.
I say, "Let's go, let's go, let's go to this magic wonder-show."
And I'm walking in, crawling in, certain all I'm seein',
Hi hi hi hi, hi hi- I'm seein',
Blue skies are over my head.
I said, blue skies (are over my head) overhead.
I said, blue skies (are over my head) overhead.
I said, blue skies (blue skies) are overhead.
Touch rocks lazy. I can seesaw. I can see on my lullabies.
Just when she sings, I can seesaw. I can see on my lullabies.
You can go just where she's goin' on a-
Blue skies are over my head.
I said, blue skies (are over my head) overhead.
I said, blue skies ah... (are over my head, eh heh.)
I said, blue skies, blue sky... are overhead.
Need a little joy. Need a little joy. Need a little joy.
Could I have a baby boy?
Yeah, need a little joy. Need a little joy.
Need a little joy sometimes, yeah. Need a little joy...
Got my baby boy. Got my blue sky.
Blue sky... oh said, blue skies over my head.
Blue skies are over my head. I said, blue skies (are over my head) overhead.
I said, blue skies ah... (are over my head, eh heh.)
I said, blue skies (are over my head) overhead.
I said, oh hah (blue skies are over my head, ah heh.)
I said, blue skies (are over my head) overhead.
I said, blue skies, (blue sky...) are overhead. Blue skies
Little Janie, she wakes up from a dream
A gun like a jawbone down the waistband of her jeans
Mr Sandman, he can recite today's lesson in his sleep
He says there oughta be some kind of law against me going down on the street
And little Janie pipes up and she says
She says we're gonna have a real good time tonight
Yeah, tonight
All right
Down the back of Janie's jeans she had the jawbone of an ass
Mr Sandman, he runs around the corner
Trying to head her off at the pass
He sticks his head over the fence and yells something way too fast
It's today's lesson, something about the corruption of the working class
Little Janie walks up on the floor and she says
We're gonna have a real good time tonight
Come on
Janie says we're all such a crush of want half-mad with loss
We are violated in our sleep and we weep and we toss and we turn and we burn
We are hypnotised we are cross-eyed we are pimped we are bitched
We are told such monstrous lies
Janie wakes up and she says
We're gonna have a real good time tonight
Mr Sandman, he has a certain appetite for Janie in respose
He digs her pretty knees and that she is completely naked underneath all her clothes
He likes to congregate around the intersection of Janie's jeans, yeah
Mr Sandman the inseminator opens her up like a love letter and enters her dreams
Little Janie wakes up and she says
We're gonna have a real good time tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight
We're gonna have a real good time
Come on, come on, come on
We're gonna have a real good time
I ran twenty doors,
Around the house, black and blue
Between love boys
Tore my knees up getting tattooed
Cause I needed, to find out what the thing was for
Been reading, a man time came to explore.
I went apewire
Cause I thought, like I like it
Little tease, but I didn't mean it
But you mess with the goods doll, you gotta pay.
A good time was guaranteed for one and all
With tattoos, target practice in the hall
While waiting for their number to get called
While I, I, I found what the wait was about.
I was a good time
Yeah, I got pretty good
Changing tires, upstairs bro.
I shot my mouth off and he showed me what that hole was for.
Now I see you, all impressed and half-undressed,
You got paint stick, all over the scars, lumps and bumps
Tattooed love boys got you where I used to lay
But ha ha, too bad
You know what they say.
Stop sniffling
You're gonna make some plastic surgeon a rich man
Oh, but the prestige and the glory
Another human interest story
You are that.
Rotating head, keeps on the right side
Colied up and tense remains on the lookout
Expects to be shot or get given the bullet.
Rotating head tries to look on the bright side of things.
Rotating head, friends in high places
No need to guess what he's got in that briefcase
A mind like a gin-trap, one swollen ankle.
The rotating head tries to stay on the right side of things,
On the right side of things.
Living on tip-toe,
Waiting for the next step,
The wages of death
What a life for a swivelhead.
Understand, underhand, underarm protection
Each new passer-by a new wave of suspicion.
In less than an hour the plane will be leaving
The lights and the cameras
Then sleeep on a prayer and a wing
Rotating.
Living on tip-toe,
Waiting for the next step,
The wages of death
What a life for a swivelhead.
Rotating head look on the bright side
Colied up and tense remains on the lookout.
A mind like a gin-trap, one swollen ankle.
The rotating head tries to stay on the right side of things,
That's the right side of things
Listen to the voice of Buddha
Saying stop your sericulture
Little people like your offspring
Boiled alive for some gods stocking
Buddha's watching, Buddha's waiting
Just because the kid's an orphan
Is no excuse for thoughtless slaying
People don't forget this torture
Just because you call her mother
Doesn't mean that she's your better
Once more with the voice of Buddha
He'll say carry on your slaughter
Who cares for the little children
You may slice with no conviction
Blind revenge on a blameless victim
Listen to the voice of Buddha
Saying stop your sericulture
He'll say carry on your slaughter
Who cares for the little children
You may slice with no conviction
Blind revenge on a blameless victim
Listen to the voice of Buddha