Hidden in Plainfield

I had this picture in my head I think that's why I'm nervous now I didn't see the crib, the mobile, or The teddy in your bed Just a crimson river running down the hall Thirty seconds, then a leap Into auntie's arms again, and Then you'll sing Christopher, you're a perfect little angel Oh, aren't'cha babe You're a perfect little angel Oh, aren't you babe I'll cut you up and eat you Cut you into pieces Cut you up and eat you One day you'll be too big to carry I guess I got big too early Growing heavy from the candies and the cookies And the sweets the women gave me Until I'm screaming like you're you But when you're screaming like you're you You'll get lifted into someone's arms Mommy gave me this piano That is smaller than my head And when I play it I feel fine, and safe And warmer than a bath But half the notes don't play at all I've been punching it too hard Oh Margaret, you'd never see it coming You were lying face down Looking like you caught the disease Of our family I knew it when I saw you Mommy's chin Daddy's eyes Grandma's nose Who even knows our dad's father And what it is he gave us A heavy gut Light feet Switches that are set to explode In our circuits And where the hell is Jesus And who would leave us out here Fighting over nothing and all