In The Tree

In The Tree

Uncle Mosses is sneaking out the sky
Turn table lamps asking why
On replying with a blue reply
Now you know, it's your turn to die

St Christopher running in the snow
Pink pajamas speaking as though
He'ld been between the last shown show
Because it's been ten years in a row

Beckets play pen standing in the church
Once upon a time he was hit where he hurt
And now he's living dead as if he weren't
And his friends are all running 'round in skirts