ray smith taught me many things

i been told pretty girls make graves
diggin' all day long for us boys made of clay
ain't no need to put it in a burlap sack and beat it to death
i know you ain't ever gonna let me rest
but if i keep giving you songs
maybe we can keep hum hum humming along

so pour me out like water from a vase
been kept too long
i done gone bad and i'll be better off, maybe
running down the gutter of the street with all the dead and gones
you and your kings can have your palaces
i'll keep the streets any day of the week
cause the streets are never ending and empty
just waiting to be filled
so sip your champagne
and listen to your minstrels
for me it's just red wine in my mouth
and a pile of fire wood

i'm dancin' in the wild with that wild butcher Japhy
and you know he's every bit as good as that ole Dean
we'll make our own way the only way we know how
by staring through light that's bursting at the seams
you can try to stop us
but no matter how you try
the world just goes
goes goes gone
twirl through the sky

i got heaven and hell right here in my satchel
and you can give it a try if you wanna give it a tackle
but i can't hold your hand
so don't you hold mine
just keep your head down
swear you'll be just fine

yet again i'm on a caffeinated tear
and it'll swallow you whole
like a goddam grizzly bear
so best look out when the clock strikes noon
cause right around then
imma be havin' to move
to the ancient midwest or some broken down shore
into a tin roof bungalow with salty dirt floors

be my friend as the sky falls
it's coming down now
help me break down ancient walls
it's coming down now
the story is old but the feeling's so new
it's all so new
and it's all coming down now