Bedlam Friends

I'm clinging to the red drapes

while listening to eaten tapes

The footsteps booming in my ear

every second a hundred years

The walls are tall and white

plenty of room to fly my kite

My skin is slick and yellow

I can see you little fellow

Little insect on my pillow

you may try to run away

But the birds up in the willow

will eat you up if you don't stay

I have a little friend in you

and I know you like me too

Crawling beneath the yellow sheets

caressing me with all eight feet

Little insect on my pillow

you may try to run away

But the birds up in the willow

will eat you up if you don't stay