Smudge — King s X

Ever since I was a little baby Had the devil on my mind Two dimensional Satan on the wall And the thread would start to wind

Hold me closer Move aside Mr. Wilson Please move aside

In the sand the circle getting bigger Till it all gets out of hand On the mountain.. let go of the angel And to my mom I ran

Hold me closer

Any day.. yesterday.. there's tomorrow to say Let's forget it anyway Can you try to understand... What's this mark upon my hand

My nose was held shut and my mouth open With a spoon shoved down my throat One little piggy walking with a pumpkin And a mustard headed goat

Hold me closer Please move aside Mr. Wilson Would you please move aside

Hey Betty May, it's summertime in Jersey Don't you know the kids will freeze Please don't pop your eyes out for me deary Cause the man behind you sees

Hold me closer

Anyday... yesterday... there's tomorrow to say Let's forget it anyway Can you try to understand... What's this mark upon my hand?

At the bottom of a box of five black markers Is a buried Swedish pen If at Thanksgiving... if you want to see me Then you better be my kin

Hold me closer For the love of god, Mr. Wilson For the love of god

Anyday... yesterday... there's tomorrow to say Let's forget it anyway Can you try to understand What's this mark upon my hand Would you sing a song for me 'Cause I broke your rosary