Keep the World (+Mule)

Marvel at the boy who can't play cause his friends are dead Lost in the cynicism trapped in his head Welcoming the smell of rain on at the all night passion stand Pocket dedication thought can never deter No more one month stands such a sorrowful distraction Like priests posing naked on a Sunday kneeling, Sunday kneeling Was this boy in my class in nineteen eighty five Each and every night he'd double lock his door Hoping "that should keep the world out" Mopping his brow and praying "that should keep the world out" I'm more than a little sad today, the world's in my class And it's bricking up all the windows and doors Smiling, "that should keep the boy out" Licking its lips and chanting "that should keep the boy out" Where he belongs: next to me, at the all night passion stand Where we belong: you and me, welcoming the smell of rain Our complicity will set us free