My Little Basquiat

My little boy on the kitchen floor (My little Basquiat) Stick men fighting stick dinosaurs (My little Basquiat) Colors leaping all over the mat (My little Basquiat) The kitchen floor is where it's at For my little Basquiat One day he'll be golden Maybe chosen perhaps to lead One day he'll be shaken Maybe taken perhaps to bleed My big girl swinging from the bars (My little comaniche) Fist of stone flying above the yard (My little comaniche) Halfway up is halfway down (My little comaniche) Now maybe it's the other way around For my little comaniche One day she'll be moonlight Maybe too bright perhaps to shine One day she'll be found out Maybe ground down, perhaps she'll cry My little girl on her mother's lap (My little panchen lama) Sucking on her fingers, surveying the road map (My little panchen lama) Seems to be the only one around (My little panchen lama) That sees the red lights at the end of town My little panchen lama One day they'll be older Maybe bolder perhaps than me One day they'll be rising Maybe living perhaps in peace One day they'll be older Maybe bolder perhaps than me One day they'll be rising Maybe living perhaps in peace Perhaps in peace Perhaps in peace Perhaps in peace --- My Little Basquiat - Cowboy Junkies