Wandering out the door like a man Without any reason Survey the lawn See a patch that needs more water It looks like a dead one Start to dig down underneath That dead patch of grass You hit something hard Feels like the grave has been emptied The sprinklers are panning Kneel to the ground Feel down for the head You hear a bone crush Your hand is gone Candyman is gone again It looks like you missed him Playing a tune You penned before your death Your death release date Hear him singing You were dead For a while Now you're born again Like a certain Lady Luck Coming out of a cave I go out every night I go all alone If I hear your singing voice I will take him home When you have the man That you were caught down in your basement Chain him up Make him sing all your old songs Just so you can axe them Hear him singing Jingle bread and dollar songs And you crush them under your Little broken thumb And your name will be a new one