Текст песни Sugarfoot

Just as long as he can see,

One hand in the birdfeed

And a hand in the apple tree.

He stands in line, just a little behind

A yellow moon that hangs,

he's all tangled and he broke his sticks on the links

Of his own chain gang.

You oughta see this home that he own,

It's like a box of jewelry,

He's got his own church bell

And his bed it lays in a gallery.

And all the colors they shine like flames

Coming in through the window pane,

They end up getting checked over twice

For the reds of someone's veins.

It's so cold and blown all apart,

It's so cold and needing of a heart.

He stands alone on the top of his home

Where all the blue birds flown,

Sucks in on his cheeks and he cries

As he moans through a saxophone.

He reaches high with his hands in the sky

And puts his fingers right into the storm

Always one to stand under the moon

And blow on his own horn.

And anyone with anything has already begun to think

That somebody down there knows

Just how he sat down on his knees in the dirt
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And buried someone's rainbow.

It's so cold and blown all apart,

It's so cold and needing of a heart.

It's so cold and blown all apart,

It's so cold and needing of a heart.

Well, I know you ain't my enemy,

The only one's inside of me,

He's killing me getting free.

I hear he wants my head with an old ice pick

And fix me up on a stick.

An' all I've ever got to be

Is everything I wanna be

And Sugarfoot disagrees,

He still stands tall underneath that apple tree

Man, he's still watching me.

His chain gang is tryin' to pull me down

Like the birds and the fireflies.

They shoot arrows up into the skies

And they burn all the feathers dry.

Well, he only wants to fill his belly up

With rocks till it hurts, then he stops.

Well, he don't know what to do with love

If it don't fill his belly to the top.

It's so cold and blown all apart,

It's so cold and needing of a heart.

It's so cold and blown all apart,

It's so cold and needing of a heart.

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