underscoresJust outside the cityI was holding somethingNo one’s ever seen beforeIts eyes looked kind of prettyIts irises were blacked outAnd its scales were made of goldAnd even through the flash floodsI spared it every harvest‘Cause I wanted it to growThe scientists came knockingAnd something deep within meThat refused to let it go
I know you areOnto something, onto somethingI know you areOnto something, onto somethingI know you areOnto something, onto somethingI know you areOnto something, onto something
So I gave it to the cityAnd hoped that maybe one dayIt’d pass its children all its luckIt was something of a mascotTill one day they had foundIts silver belly facing upFor a week they kept it quietAnd without a proper burialThey kept it in a jarIt was stressed until it passedThe pump had overfilled with sandAnd then they spoiled a lucky charm