Tiny Little Head

There were six apparitions
In my hypnogogic pictures
Down at the crossworlds
On my way to disappearing
Then a tiny little head
Appeared beneath my bed
Emerging from the shadows
With his phosphorescent halo
The tiny little head
Appeared beneath my bed
I dare not stick my hand there
For I fear he'll bite my finger

The six apparitions
Stated their conditions
Said the tiny little head
Must remain beneath my bed
The tiny little head
Must remain beneath the bed
The tiny little head
Must remain beneath the bed

The marching band is coming
Through the tweedling and drumming
A torrent of trombones
As they place him on the throne
Now the tiny little head
Rules the realm beneath my bed
And all the other dwellers
Have retreated to the cellar
Now the tiny little head
Rules the realm beneath my bed
The tiny little head
Rules the realm beneath my bed

He's been short on conversation
Ever since the coronation
But he makes a lot of noise
With incendiary toys
He's just sitting in his office
And ticking like a time bomb
Flaring like an oven
Frying whatever he puts his mind on
And he says such awful things
But I hope he doesn't mean it
And he says such awful things
But I hope he doesn't mean it
Now the tiny little head
Rules the realm beneath my bed
I dare not stick my hand there
For I fear he'll bite my finger

I can't tell you what transpired
Perhaps he just grew tired
And made a terrible mistake
He collapsed of his own weight
So we hollowed out his skull
And filled it up with gravel
We turned and walked away
And left him in a puddle
Then the six apparitions
Came to witness his condition
Much to their disdain
They gathered his remains
With the withered little head
Through the blackened air they fled
With the withered little head
Back through the blackened air they fled

The tiny little head
Is no more beneath the bed
The tiny little head
Is no more beneath the bed
The tiny little head
Is no more beneath the bed
The tiny little head
Is no more beneath the bed