a late april day and it’s sunny outside
and a red little girl’s at the top of a slide
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 fall out of the sky
and he tells her he’ll take her away where it’s safe
and of course that 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 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 (x5)

the orangeman got you…..

a late april day and it’s sunny outside
and a red little girl’s at the top of a slide
an orange old man at the bottom

wants to take her for a ride