I tied this song to a tree
I tied this song to a tree
And whipped it but it would not bleed
You and I cracked the night out
But the muse, she would not cry out
Cry out, cry out
These teeth were cleaned with a broken e-string
And all my money, I have laid down
Just to hear a few words from old Waits and Dee How
I fly three hundred days
I crashed into my stovepipe, gamelan
And the clank and the clutter opened my eyes
So Williams was leading the revolution
So Helpert was leading the revolution