They keep telling me,
I'm gifted, but that's beside the point
My outbursts are my formula,
To keep despair in abeyance
That's how
I arrived at this joint
I'm the cowboy,
The wayfarer'
Hitch hiking, gassing away from
Last night's witches scream
And I have been terrible'
My love has been difficult
So terrible
So incomprehensible
So wayward, like a master key
So twisted
I have been dark from my skin
Even up into my soul!
My time is spent dreaming
Worst of all'
I have been consumed by everything
Eaten up by nothing!
There's trouble on my mind
I rant, I pant, I try,
Still no one understands me
I hit the Church,
Begging God for a way out
for a journey man
Who has fallen to the floor!
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