I don't know, maybe it was the rain
Another gray day, of fault making
The real test was finding a bucket with enough holes to let it out
One of those days when the corn dries up
And your nose turns red, and the crystals break
Late day, the sun sets back up
Back up to the warm room
God is lying on your bed talking backwards
Here take my legs
Take my eyes
Take my brain, take my brain, take my brain, my brain
Home, home without the window again
I got some blood on the floor
The window won't close, it's getting cold
The weak marches flags with eyes of fire
No, no not this again
It's like a stone that smokes instead of burns
Like wet wood that's green and fresh
You want my chicken
My potato salad
You want to know how my day was
Well, God Was on My Bed When I Got Home
That's how my day was
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