You don't have to praise me But do it in creole Not all smiles are friendly Not all are deserved So I've been hiding As a part of this neighbourhood And I'll be invisible Among the unseen
I'm the son of an honest man I've learned to keep the balance right Moonbeams weigh your wishes Daydream hits and misses The nurses all told me that they smelled the mourning The silence of the streets There's no way to get me out of this
I'm the son of an honest man His eyes are open in the night Moonbeams weigh your wishes Daydreams of ports and princes The cat has a bone you can use for your magic In Egypt they were gods And I've got pins in all my voodoo dolls When the promised gold star And the ligne in your palm is a snake They'll catch me
