The Funny Song - A Lullaby

i am a little radio i play a silly song my music fills your little room all day and evening long

the music fills the space between you and other folks it gives to you a simple job and tells you simple jokes

it says to taste the infant's blood to cut the mother's throat to empty out your family's home with knife and gun and rope

you wouldn't do this by yourself you sullen, silly man in your body's no wicked bone your hand's a gentle hand

but the music plays its silly tune made by silly men and you are too weak and soft to fight the song that plays again

it worms into your little brain drilling little holes I'm not exactly new at this business of twisting souls

of taking pain and doubt and fear and turning them about using that silly little song to flip you inside out

you know your wife can't hear it our special, funny strain but soon she'll know its every word in blood and tears and pain

your child is not attuned to it could never grasp the words but soon you'll squeeze its little neck and snap it like a bird's

and then you can be alone at last with just this simple hymn to get you through the sodden hours aching like a phantom limb

i am a little radio i play a silly song my music fills your little head until your mind's all wrong