Fantastic Pace

He was born in the first grade Hungry little lion Swallowed all he saw Still he's barely alive He was a colorful person Born of some colorful people Opened up his mouth Poured some colorful speeches His home was a tar paper palette Tyvek green house Pumped into the culdesac Gravel housing his house Living like the drinks are rivers, wells, creeks, oceans, bays Every year we get a little older found in his ways I hope he never grows, grows into nothing I hope he never grows, grows into nothing He's not so well behaved What are we to do Get him to the digging Stick him over in the corner Got a little place out in the crystal fires No one wants you, no one wants you, no one wants you What are we to do No one wants you, no one wants you, no one wants you What are we to do No one wants you, no one wants you, no one wants you What are we to do No one wants you, no one wants you, no one wants you What are we to do What are we to do What are we to do Starving empty stares pushed it down in the parking lots The valley, lake, cars and the riverbed hang out a long way From the little lion in black full body snowsuits snowshoe Goosebay and neighbors claims on empty lots Where guns and gold were goals given up given His pace below all the giants growing up at a fantastic pace Fantastic pace Fantastic pace Fantastic pace