Polka Lyrics

Two boys, walking outside

Can't think of anything to do and so they

Two boys, walking outside

Can't think of anything to do and so the one boy takes a rock, he hits him on the head he tells his mama, now there's drama comma trauma for the boy in red pajamas

Tied to the rhythm, riddle in time

Tracing his face

Shading his eyes

Uncover stains

Dawn sheds a light down

Saving his grace

Buried alive

Two boys, walking outside

Can't think of anything to do and so they

Two boys, walking outside

Can't think of anything to do and so the one boy takes a rock, he hits him on the head he tells his mama, now there's drama comma trauma for the boy in red pajamas

From the bottom and to the top

I break

It hurts

It clings

With an angel at my side

And a ribbon at my neck

I kneel to the sire of my faith

No map

No guide

No hand

Nothing to drive me home

I'm just a boy

No help

No clone

Nothing to drive me home