There's a blind man at The Garden
and he's dancing to The Dead
He hasn't any worries
Bouncing in or on his head
His wife pulled out his eyeballs
so he'd never look again
At anybody else but her
Posession, not his friend
His father blames the white folk
for all the damage to his kin
Hey listen! Twas the wife, folk
not the color of her skin
Then she pops in eyeballs from the Mr. Potato Head Game
into his sockets
Just to play with everybody's head
She loves him
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 6:03 PM UTC
There's a blind man at The Garden
and he's dancing to The Dead
He hasn't any worries
Bouncing in or on his head
His wife pulled out his eyeballs
so he'd never look again
At anybody else but her
Posession, not his friend
His father blames the white folk
for all the damage to his kin
Hey listen! Twas the wife, folk
not the color of her skin
Then she pops in eyeballs from the Mr. Potato Head Game
into his sockets
Just to play with everybody's head
She loves him
