Child Prodigy

His own private math is as big as life
 It's all aftermath, burns in stripes so bright
 He sees right through walls, right through the
 writing on them
 Two years old and playing those games
 He's not tame, he's not slim yet
 Feed him, give him to eat – child prodigy
 His head is barely hard, he's so hard headed
 Hair isn't hardly parted he's a man of parts
 You can't be jealous, he just makes you feel bigger
 Two years old and he'll never be the same
 He's not trained to put you through your paces
 Feed him, give him to eat – child prodigy
 Child prodigy, all wizardry and charm is yours
 A children's child, child of a child, prodigy
 Take it all in till you cry
 There's always more blue
 Grazing, grazing
 More laziness to make you cry