You've got beet blood in your mouth and lies in your artichoked heart
you're black eyes stalking through me
with a birdcage for ribs, that vultures trying to get out
it's scratching your kidney wings
we're no longer feeding ourselves, the raccoons are eating our dreams
pushing past our feeblery to keep them out, this morning I heard one sing:
there's a whole big world out there my son, be careful don't believe them.
there's a crazy old lady in the sun, she's angry can't you feel it'
if you don't work hard you're no son of mine, well I've earned these riverbeds