One In Six Children Will Flee In Boats

Silver gnomes all in my dome and cameras can finally roam
 By themselves, they've got hearts to moan
 And friends of mine have got friends with coke
 Oh, rabbit, rabbit, you've this habit of breaking legs and nouveau carat
 And my heart has passed its final rite and it's breaking legs for dollars
 These blue boards keep on creaking in my head
 These blue boards, creaking on my ship
 Though the light is an undescribed sanction
 Who you questioning in the blue-black dirt?
 Over that ridge a hunter lives, stake him out with broken gifts
 By the light, by the merry man who gave his lives when he gave knives to children
 Raise him up, stake him up, grab the sun and drink his blood in cups
 Don't wait to be a monarch, man
 Oh I'll bet you can, I know you can
 These blue boards keep on creaking in my head
 These blue boards, creaking on my ship
 Though the light is taking its time
 Who you questioned in the blue-black dirt?