Real

My sister had a nursery rhyme
And set of figurines
She'd often let me play with them
I'd set 'em up in different scenes
Fifty plastic army men
Led by Superman
Destroy the ranks of Mother Goose
Mary Ann, a little lamb
Slips away and catches sister getting real
And I can too as long as I don't make a sound

When we were real we were in love
With everyone and everything
I guess it was a beauty hunt

And Blooper clears his throat of phlegm and static
Singing off erratic and evening comes
And the butterfly bats eat the spider
That had saddled up beside her
And the dish his love and spoon were never found

And I'm taking flight seeking relief
The lure of handkerchiefs so white
I chase it straight into the ground

Bats eat the spider
That had saddled up beside her
And the dish his love and spoon were never found
And I'm taking flight seeking relief
The lure of handkerchiefs so white
I chase it straight into the ground