Wandering out the door like a man
Without any reason
Survey the lawn
See a patch that needs more water
It looks like a dead one
Start to dig down underneath
That dead patch of grass
You hit something hard
Feels like the grave has been emptied
The sprinklers are panning

Kneel to the ground
Feel down for the head
You hear a bone crush
Your hand is gone

Candyman is gone again
It looks like you missed him
Playing a tune
You penned before your death
Your death release date
Hear him singing
You were dead
For a while
Now you're born again
Like a certain Lady Luck
Coming out of a cave
I go out every night
I go all alone
If I hear your singing voice
I will take him home

When you have the man
That you were caught down in your basement
Chain him up
Make him sing all your old songs
Just so you can axe them
Hear him singing
Jingle bread and dollar songs
And you crush them under your
Little broken thumb
And your name will be a new one