my heart fell out of a hole in my flannel
and i got nothin left of my soul but a candle
it got stolen and sold to the mold and cobwebs
and a squad of crip walkin daddy long legs
i’m doin drugs i never thought i would
i know there’s worse ones but these ones can’t be good
i get along with the vagabonds and the rebels
not religious but there’s no better metaphor than the devil
all i’m here to do is try to right the book of matches
i’m not concerned with wondering where to put the ashes
i took the static of my life and made it look emphatic
by drawin beautiful things in the soot and sadness
you can’t find me, i’m hiding in the nooks and attics
or in the swamps of the south hookin and cookin catfish
the apple don’t fall far from the tree, then it rots away
i’m nocturnal it’s just not my day
I’VE NEVER BEEN ONE TO FOLLOW PROTOCOL
FLASK OF WHISKEY IN THE POCKET OF MY OVERALLS
THEY HOLD EVERYTHING THAT I NEED ..
CONDOMS, CIGARETTES AND SUNFLOWER SEEDS x2
i’m not a hippy i’m a hick man
stuck in a swamp of whiskey and it’s quick sand
lunch is six cans of Genesse and half of pack menthols
I’m a scarecrow compared to all these ken dolls
my favorite holiday was halloween
i died licken fried chicken corn bread and collard greens
the devil said i got a level head
at night i’m full of light durin the day i’m disheveled and dead
screamin from the depths of my soul like janis joplin
and i’m rocking a mustache and a mullet, randy jonhson
it’s a digital world but i’m an analog man
nothin takes the pain away like camouflage can
i’m done with bitches, i’m naked swimmin with fishes
cause in the city people are pretty but they’re vicious
observin the serenity of the lake scene,
while she gave me blowjobs i was eating baked beans
I’VE NEVER BEEN ONE TO FOLLOW PROTOCOL
FLASK OF WHISKEY IN THE POCKET OF MY OVERALLS
THEY HOLD EVERYTHING THAT I NEED .. CONDOMS, CIGARETTES AND SUNFLOWER SEEDS x2