They call the sandman

Sandman, sandman
Am I a sad man?
Fill my jars with the sad taste of your life

Pull out your cigarette and have a smoke
Put it to your lips
Smoke it quickly!
Smoke it slow?
Let the cherry Burn bright...vibrant, like the sky

I am just a sandman
I use emotion to keep you alive
what is this you call bliss?
bliss, bliss
what. is. bliss?
sounds like a breeze maybe a disease

Am I a sad man?
The notion comes to mind frequently at times
sandman, sandman

why are we not distorted?
why are we not ghosts yet?

You make tall tales of my life.
I am not you muse for sadistic humor
You can't fuck with me like I'm a puppet full of laughter and sorrow

I am a sand man sleep,sleep and dreams are what I bring.
I am not this creature you seem to see.
so dream dream, dream yourself to dream.