Tied This Song To A Tree

I tied this song to a tree

I tied this song to a tree

And whipped it but it would not bleed



You and I cracked the night out

But the muse, she would not cry out

Cry out, cry out

These teeth were cleaned with a broken e-string

And all my money, I have laid down

Just to hear a few words from old Waits and Dee How

I fly three hundred days

I crashed into my stovepipe, gamelan

And the clank and the clutter opened my eyes

So Williams was leading the revolution

So Helpert was leading the revolution