King's X - Smudge Lyrics
Ever since I was a little babyHad the devil on my mindTwo dimensional Satan on the wallAnd the thread would start to windHold me closerMove aside Mr. WilsonPlease move asideIn the sand the circle getting biggerTill it all gets out of handOn the mountain.. let go of the angelAnd to my mom I ranHold me closerAny day.. yesterday.. there's tomorrow to sayLet's forget it anywayCan you try to understand...What's this mark upon my handMy nose was held shut and my mouth openWith a spoon shoved down my throatOne little piggy walking with a pumpkinAnd a mustard headed goatHold me closerPlease move aside Mr. WilsonWould you please move asideHey Betty May, it's summertime in JerseyDon't you know the kids will freezePlease don't pop your eyes out for me dearyCause the man behind you seesHold me closerAnyday... yesterday... there's tomorrow to sayLet's forget it anywayCan you try to understand...What's this mark upon my hand?At the bottom of a box of five black markersIs a buried Swedish penIf at Thanksgiving... if you want to see meThen you better be my kinHold me closerFor the love of god, Mr. WilsonFor the love of godAnyday... yesterday... there's tomorrow to sayLet's forget it anywayCan you try to understandWhat's this mark upon my handWould you sing a song for me'Cause I broke your rosary
