My love you won't find me
Hanging around by the hanging tree
Cheering the death march on
Ain't never been my idea of fun
Well have you heard the news?
Well do you think that it's true?
How the bad seed spoiled the brood?
Well I don't know, it's hard to say
Coulda gone either way
Like some cyclone out on the plains
They pulverize, then they pass away
At the end of the day its no use
If I upset you now
I'll try to make it up somehow
But you know I can't say
What goes on in my mind some days
Sometimes I think there's no help
For me or anyone else
But I got to see for myself
Walk along, make my moves
Down the streets and avenues
Nothing going, nothing to do
The only thing I care to hold on to
Oh my love and that's you
Cut dried cancer cysts
Painted fingernails on the iron fist
Hole up and hide, it's a blowout sale
Sweet suicide get me out on bail
Well, all these things I have tried
To see from every side
They go in and out with the tide
Up and down and back again
Make the rounds, make amends
Just how much do I have to spend?
Every postcard that I try to send
Just gets lost in the mail
