When I was eight I was sure
I was growing nerves
Like steel in my palm
Make a map of what you see
Like lead in my feet
S.O.S to my mother
Take the hinges off the door
When I was four plus a ten
I was swinging fists
Like nails on a board
Pull your head inside of you
Six years till I'll be through
Like a race to be sure
Sugar spell it out now
Like O, like H, in your gut