You've got nothing but chances, Francis Even if you go to Paris The inside of your hands will always be the same Just walk across the golden bridge That your parents built for you There are at least a million houses You can pick one by the shore You are a prince in real time, Francis With a horse in the garage It'll take you many places And whisper who you are Everybody's got a problem And they treat it like a pet Feed it when it's hungry And cry when it is dead Why don't you ask your little sister To take another picture of you Facing the bathroom mirror With your tongue between your fingers Too many chances, Francis Just put on a smile Everything's free, all the papers have been signed Just loosen up the buttoned shirt You won't ever make mistakes 'Cause you were never taught How mistakes are made You are a prince in real time, Francis See balloons fill up the sky You're invited to the party Everybody likes your style But you hide up in the attic With panic in your eyes As tears come rolling down Your face like diamonds Everybody's got a problem And they treat it like a pet Feed it when it's hungry And cry when it is dead Why don't you take another picture With your thumbs up in the mirror? Even in the winter your body is a sculpture