Long ago when mercury descended high on the moon
Far below where little hands are making shapes in the room
The shadows they dance and they cheer up this place
The face that's staring through the tiny crack in the door
Eyes so wide he's never seen a woman fall on the floor

I swear daddy's killed her this time!

Should I make a rocket?
Should I try to fly away?
Should I make a hammer?
Should I try to smash his face?
Should I make a bullet?
Should I try to shoot the gun?

I'm sure the judge will let me off real soon.

Long ago when saturn tried to find a way past the sun
Deep inside a little boy is turning pain into fun
The pencils, the crayons, the paint [bad word] 
The plans are forming slowly made with scissors and glue
Eyes so wide he's telling mommy all the things he can do

He'll sketch a contraption to save them for sure!

He can draw an alien
He [bad word] and take them home
He can draw a cartoon
He can draw a safety hatch
He can draw a hot bath
He can plug a toaster in

And wait till daddy's nice and warm. Toss it in!

And then when he's gone, there's a neverland of fun

Take a loaded gun!
Take a shot [bad word] #33;
Take a poison rat!
There's a lesson in that!

No more closing fists!
No more face to hit!
No more bloody nose! 
Or apologetic roses!

Should I make a rocket?
Should I try to fly away?

Should I make a hammer?
Should I try to smash his face?

Should I draw are cartoon?
Should I draw an alien?

Should I draw a hot bath?
Should I throw the toaster in?