He's got a voice and a twisted smile, Guess he's been that way for quite awhile, Got blood on his shoes and on his brim, Did he it to himself or was it done to him?
People think he don't look well, But all he needs from what I can Is someone to help wash away all the paint, From his hands before it gets too
I saw him stand alone ... under a broke street light, So sincere ... singing silent night, the trees were full ... and the was green, It was the sweetest thing I had ever seen.
He may move slow, But that mean he's going nowhere, He may be moving slow, But that don't mean he's going