Candy-man I am, Candy-man.
Taking you home with placid sweets
Trembling in your cream, curled hand.
Candy-man with overplayed promises
And grimed lies behind white teeth, I am.
Big blues eyes focus on me
With a solemn moment of doubt in me.
But a mouth full of smiles form naÔve
Trust in me.
Am I not but the knight you seek from your childish dreams?
Such innocent desiderata will toil you open
To pour out the fears in my iron hand.
I wonít leave you.
Iíll deceive you.
Iíll see you prime to giving in.
I am the echo in your breath;
A fiery current bidding no
Fair warning- only ashes
That cling to the scolded land.
Oh! Skeleton in the soiled morning.
Now Iím feeling great with stone eyes
And heart dry.
But the dust on your tongue rushes
Me to fade, and fade
Before the burning of duskís tide.
You put up a good fight
My puppet of one night,
But now the directorís bored
With your fascist objections.
So, Iíll curtain the set, credit my goodbye,
And render the next audition.