There once was a man
Who was almost white,
But he'd only come out at night.
It made him glow,
But great was his woe,
"Cause he never could find the light.
Sometimes his world seemed made of snow,
And sometimes made of stone.
Though he knew he was s'pozed to be happy,
He wished they'd all leave him alone.
Some people saw right through him,
And this filled him with dismay.
Sometimes he felt so transparent
It made him forget how to pray.
He was lost in a velvet painting
A trailer park was his home
A trailer park was his home
. . . and 'cause no one knew
how to help him get through,
He completely dissolved into chrome.
