I have a sequin for an eye
Pick a rose and hide my face
This is a bandit's life [bad word] and goes and them's the breaks
Under a molten sky, beyond the road, we lie in wait
You think they know us now?
Wait 'til the [bad word] out
You see that
Well, I made you and now I take you back
It's too late but today I can't define the lack
I made you and now I take you back

Son, you sleep in clouds of fire
That's all and that's right

My son, you sleep in clouds of fire
That's all and that's right

I can still feel it when you lie
Pick a rose just to hide my face
Well, if there's something I should know
I seek no science where there is no shape
Under a molten sky, let the days collide
Well, I made you and now I take you back

Son, you sleep in clouds of fire
That's all and that's right
My son, you sleep in clouds of fire
That's all and that's right