Safe Boy

Graham Miss boy Donahue I thought we were cutting loose Reminds me of an atmosphere I don't know why Lipstick now and fully of glue Tell the boy he's such bad news My minds made up my taste appears To take me away from here How am I supposed to feel When the orchestra around ain't real When the only thing that gets me higher Is the pie-a in the sky Keep that little safe boy in the ground He's gonna get you when you're down And on the banks the savers wink or walk They're gonna get you when you talk Playing with my heart again I thought we were such good friends My minds made up my day-go fears Take me away form here How am I supposed to feel When the orchestra around ain't real When the only thing that gets me higher Is the pie-a in the sky Keep that little safe boy in the ground He's gonna get you when you're down And on the banks the savers wink or walk They're gonna get you when you talk