Farmer Not So John - Paperthin lyrics

He tunnelled his way to China Carved her name into his arm Dreamed of Wichita or Cuba After he burned down the Dakota farm Said he always felt like a convict But he could never hurt no one Said he could be incarcerated For this thoughts alone He slid a box of sleeping pills Underneath the seat of his uncle's wheels And planned to beg for mercy at the border But halfway to American's got no home Between the Holy Ghost and ancient Rome He's choking on the bone of all them orders But it's sweet here In the warm wind And it's all possibilities When you're paperthin You come off the freight train on this sidewalk Where the taxis look like tanks And the women look like riddles Walking home, walking planks He thought he knew just why he came here Thought he knew just what he'd find But just like North Dakota All the victims wait in line He slid a box of sleeping pills Underneath the seat of his uncle's wheels And planned to beg for mercy at the border But halfway to American's got no home Between the Holy Ghost and ancient Rome He's choking on the bone of all them orders But it's sweet here In the warm wind And it's all possibilities When you're paperthin Well, it's sweet here In the warm wind And we're all possibilities