The Librarian

Keep your head down Keep your head down While they're firing low You're too young child To know the difference Oh, my pretty Oh, my sweet girl It's a marvelous place They put weights down In your coat tails to burn you out Lest you fly Lest you take off And show whomever what's what It's one outrageous lie after another Turn their lights out Change the channel Before we lose the heart To fight against belief In what they're saying There's a hotel with a dark room At the end of a corridor I will meet you To the strains of Allah We will lie back On a pillow of the whitest snow And the silence we were promised Will engulf us Lay your head down Keep your head down While they're firing low You're too young child You're too young child We will wake up From the dreams that bury us We will tunnel our way out By moonlight From the dark room To the white streets and the snow banks We'll invest in one another's future Oh, my pretty Oh, my sweet girl It's a marvelous place She designed it With escape routes For you and me So to the library With your new card Grab your favorite books Look for blueprints To the strains of Allah Here we go, here we go Benevolence is in back Of everyplace you look It's not a monstrous face She is hiding If I see her I will tell you You'll come quickly If you see her Don't hesitate just go But 'til then Keep your head down Keep your head down While they're firing low You're too young child You're too young child You're too young child Here we go