rainbows in the dark

one

two

three

four!

i was kidnapped real young by the sweet taste of love

built a fondness for things that just weren't good enough

i cradled the crow

always shooed off the dove

which tagged me a naive son

so the fortunate kids

yeah they left on their lights

and they stuck up their noses and started some fights

their parents all cackled at dirt on my hands

while my father was slaving

my mother explained it

sometimes that's just how it is

so my sister went kissing a maple-skinned boy

finally held up her fists

said i'm done being coy!"