Gold Star

You don't have to praise me

But do it in creole

Not all smiles are friendly

Not all are deserved

So I've been hiding

As a part of this neighbourhood

And I'll be invisible

Among the unseen



I'm the son of an honest man

I've learned to keep the balance right

Moonbeams weigh your wishes

Daydream hits and misses

The nurses all told me that they smelled the mourning

The silence of the streets

There's no way to get me out of this



I'm the son of an honest man

His eyes are open in the night

Moonbeams weigh your wishes

Daydreams of ports and princes

The cat has a bone you can use for your magic

In Egypt they were gods

And I've got pins in all my voodoo dolls

When the promised gold star

And the ligne in your palm is a snake

They'll catch me