The human mind is a pile of shit

New life takes root in it

Grows into the most complicated formations

With stunning colors and branches reaching up

Toward the heaven that they long to touch

Trying to get just a brief audience with the sun

They wanna ask the sun to shine down

And warm the pile of shit they come from

These desperate sprouts all clustered around

Like a gospel choir with their arms raised up

Poor girl a long way from heaven

Poor girl a long way from heaven

April 4th, 1993:

God came down to talk with me

Thrеw a stone at my window to get my attention

Shе motioned to me to climb down my wall

I shook my head. I was afraid to fall

I was young and I didn't wanna trouble my mother

And now I am a wretched old crone

Who swears that God once came to her home

I keep a lone candle burning upon my little windowsill

So She knows I'm home

Poor girl a long way from heaven

Poor girl a long way from heaven

How they'll talk about you

How they'll spill your blood

How they'll love you when you're gone for good