Lyrics

The kids who had seizures
were out finding Jesus
on streets paved with glass
slick with oil and gas
and under a blanket
that he wears as target
sleeps a complete stranger
a sure sign of danger

Watch for Sleight-of-Hand

He's what escapes from jail
when the system has failed
it's in dark prison cells
where there's no wishing for wells
that you finally find a purpose
for acting so pious
so you whisper away
on visitation days

Watch for Sleight-of-Hand

So look in his eyes
before he's immortalized
in most of our hearts
and in great works of art
before you make him your savior
make him make you an anchor
that sinks deep into sand
watch for even the slightest
Sleight-of-Hand

Stop your shaking little boy
somewhere there's a cure
somewhere there's a hidden joy
something stuck to a flashy coin
somewhere inside your snowglobe toy

Stop your crying little girl
somewhere there's a cure
somewhere behind your little curls
something strung to a string of pearls
something inside your snowglobe world

There's some kindness in this
but it's betrayed in a kiss
that starts off with a smile
that's both sweet and vile
and something falls from his sleeve
and you find the strength to leave
and as you're walking away
you're feeling no pain at all