Don’t Look Down Heatmiser

Keeping me in the dark
Behind my back, in my backyard
Shaking my hand, stealing my seat
Keeping me quiet, alone, and incomplete

I don't know if she can resist
I shiver when she sees me kiss
She's got a rented tux, preserved in gin
She draws the line, he's a fine specimen
Oh, fine, fine

Don't look down, you don't cast a shadow
Peter Pan gets the baseball bat
You're a fraction of your good-looking cousin
Why can't you be like that?

Never been done, never take any bets
Pockets bulge with a riddle of debt
Holding our heads onto the bomb
And we're driving our flies in parking light loose change
So they can't hear you complain
So they can't hear you complain

Coach Bob, the President, and God said
"We're gonna leave you black and blue
I wouldn't want you to be misled
No one will recognize you"