There was a man of seven year
He was hit by parade
They marched him out on his back and he went masquerade
Light shining from the back to the front of your head
Blue skin, pink palms, and the ash of the dead
Motor cobra, motor cobra
No lower than sky
Cat skin suit and a draw at you side
Light shines form the back to the front of your head
Blue skin, pink palms, and the ash of the dead