The Weaver - The Residents

Run, run, as fast as you can

You can’t catch me, I’m the Gingerbread Man

You can look, look, hard as you can

You can’t see me, I’m the Gingerbread Man

Poor old family of man

Never mind me, I’m just a Gingerbread Man

Only hours away

Could be a man with a million dollars

Only minutes away

Could be a guy with a gun

Only seconds away

Could be a love that will last forever

But if it gets away

There might not ever be one

In and out, in and out, in and out- how many times do I think «in and out,

in and out»

?

This color’s not right, it needs some more red, maybe it’s the light--now I’m

not sure

I wonder where Ken is.

What’s she doing?

Ah, she’s asleep.

He tries to help,

I know he loves me, but sometimes he seems so out of touch and all he cares

about is his words

So old and tired… I need someone to help me!

I wonder if he’s back on the way home from school now.

And what if that guy

follows him?

Last week he told me about that man who kept staring at him.

I can see him with his throat cut now, oh, why do I do this?

I can see it all-

school picture in the newspaper, the headline: «Child savagely slain…

«God, I wish he was home now…