Tykes who feast but do not pray Sun dried cheeks and sun dyed grains Build them a house and they leave like geese Travel in the night like a pearl thief Believe in ghosts and set them free Bury your heart, don’t shake that sheet Give your teeth to the crocodile cave Under my wings and on my head Twisting heads with the sounds of change Change so often they’ll be dead Kissing the people that you’ll all burn Trusting your friends without thinking best Time to feast, don’t wait to play Each kill he hung for peeking day Off in the dust where they feel like kings Some got hurt and some did sing