Slide

A late April day and it's sunny outside
And a red little girl's at the top of a slide
And an an orange old man at the bottom
Wants to take her for a ride

As she slips and she tumbles
The orange man mumbles
Pennies crash down from the sky
And he tells her he'll take her away where it's safe
And of course it is a lie

She's a third the way down
And her skirts are yanked up
And her little girl cheeks start to wrinkle
But her smile is wide
And her legs are spread wider
Her hair growing long
And her hips getting larger
Past getting brighter
Light growing weaker

She is halfway down now
But the man is impatient
Shakes change in his pocket
He might have to wait
But she's coming
She's coming, she's coming

Who are you blaming?
They're just playing
That's a good one
Who left the playground
A good decade before the bell rang?

As she starts to draw nearer
The view becomes clearer
The splinters are painful
But she doesn't feel it
The pennies were loaded
And as they exploded
She starts to spin out of control

Her eyes are now closing
Her sleeves are unrolling
Up past her head
And her veins are all showing
Not that she noticed, she's thoroughly focused on
One old man who's laughing
Who's laughing, who's laughing

Don't worry, I've got you
Don't worry, I've got you
Don't worry, I've got you

The orangeman got you, oh

A late April day and it's sunny outside
And a red little girl's at the top of a slide
And an an orange old man at the bottom
Wants to take her for a ride