"The New Sane Scramble"
This cradle is a joke
A little hoax for parting ghosts
My mama told me so
She's dead
She ought to know
And if you see me
Walking down your favorite street
I'm only going to see
Little babies trying to breathe
This cradle is a tomb
An ever lasting sense of doom
My mama's in her room
She's dead
She died too soon
And if you see me
Crawling out of your favorite tree
I'm hanging so delicately
There's no one that can't save me