Billy awoke one day to find he was still human.
This shouldn't come as a shock to most of us, but he'd bedded down
the night before
like a kid for Christmas morning.
He'd paid good, bad, and mostly clean money
for a bad of magic
and steadily spooned it into himself.
He'd reeled and wailed, giggled and shook
limbs and fingers, tongue and teeth
formed cryptic, crazy angles
as he unraveled and wove himself
into something new.
But he awoke once more, staring at the same craters in his ceiling.
No stronger, no uglier, no freer than he had been.

Doc's got a hammer, and Doc's got a pick
Doc's got it aimed right at the problem bit
Doc's got needles, and they're holding you down
Doc sticks you twelve so you won't make a sound

Get your mind right.
You've been thinking wrong.
Get your mind right.
In the bare bulb light

Nurse has some cotton, and she's dabbing your head
Nursie's so proud, now she's feeding you bread
Nurse has a figure and she's reedy and tall
Now you're thinking seedy, and that won't do at all

Get your mind right.
You've been thinking wrong.
Get your mind right.
In the bare bulb light.

To fit a different mold
Was your fondest wish
To have and hold

To be the red sore thumb
Forever clapping tongue

And every little child of the day
Will know you, Name and Face

And every little child of the day
Every muttering head of grey
Will know you, by Name and Face

Press, your hands against the glass
Your fingerprints upon the screen

Be, the flawless fantasy
As styles go from rough to clean

And every little dripping note of praise
Will be swept up in a haze
A halo, round your head

Every little dripping note of praise
Every passing latest craze
Will stoop and scrape
So far down low

Hold, your lock of famous hair
A dream you'll always keep

When, its more than you can bear
Out the window shout: I am unique

For the hardest part of living out the day
Finger bone and nose to stone

Is knowing

You are one of millions

And will never be alone