Oh Sweet Baby Neil,
Don't you fret,
Don't you cry,

You're falling,
You're sinking,
When you'd rather fly...

We angels are with you,
Feel our love divine,
Diviiiiiiiiine!

The worst that could happen?
You shatter your spine.


Feel the wind in your hair,
Sunshine on your face,
Now just close your eyes,

Trust in our holy grace.
You're drifting,
You're floating,

You're gliding on air,
'Til you hit the ground and you're
crushed then and there.


Your limbs will snap off and your
organs will burst.

You'll look like an art piece by
Damien Hirst.
Your noggin will crack,

Turn your brain into cream,
So say your good-byes by the end of
this dream.


You won't have a mouth by the end
of this dream.

Oh your insides'll be outsides by
the end of this...


Dreaeeaaaaaaaaaaaaam!
End of this...
Dreammmmm.