The human mind is a pile of shit New life takes root in it Grows into the most complicated formations With stunning colors and branches reaching up Toward the heaven that they long to touch Trying to get just a brief audience with the sun
They wanna ask the sun to shine down And warm the pile of shit they come from These desperate sprouts all clustered around Like a gospel choir With their arms raised up
Poor girl a long way from heaven Poor girl a long way from heaven
April 4th, 1993: God came down to talk with me Threw a stone at my window to get my attention She motioned to me to climb down my wall I shook my head. I was afraid to fall I was young and I didn't wanna trouble my mother
And now I am a wretched old crone Who swears that God once came to her home I keep a lone candle burning upon my little windowsill So she knows I'm home
Poor girl a long way from heaven Poor girl a long way from heaven
How they'll talk about you How they'll spill your blood How they'll love you when you're gone for goodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
