My bitter peel I did rehearse
my covered berries were replete
And I played a message to the god-child
Gestures moving in syncopation
On my songs I was engorged
My throat did grow a thorny vine
Until the rose appeared from out my mouth
To my gods I did restore
The innocence of the children of eden
I did once have profound love in healthy supply
And through my payments did dust deplete

Winter's cold puts blues in my bones
A vitamin deficiency or a disability
It's not my fault
I mean, yeah, I did it
But it's still not my fault
The doctors are like the friends you never had
They give good antisceptic handshakes
My hand shakes as I take her's
Spirit is darkened in these seasons
I feel like a three ring circus
The plastic wrap ebbs and flows
I see it's clear skin swell and then curl back up into inside itself
I got the address right, but the bell I rang was all wrong
I got a house to stay in
But my house is broken
Like my family tree with nooses hanging
My family tree was broken
Alcoholic immigrants made amerika great
I wish I had the greatness of my ancesters
And the spirit of Cap'n Jones
A hard man who struggled to survive
I'm just a kid cooling off the heat of my ancesters' dreams