I make my tea from poison ivy leaves.
I sleep with fiction dreams.
I walk the land a nowhere boy and I concieve invented disease.
My television watches me, all I do is breathe and sleep.
Ignorance breeds ignorance, so come and feel sorry for me.

Yeah, yeah.
I hope you drown in your trail of tears.
Yeah, yeah.
I hope you sleep through your hurricane, for years.

I nail myself up on a "t".
I wear a crown of ivy.
Keep me tied to your shortest leash and bait me on transparencies.
I wear a suit of chameleon skin and wonder about the state I'm in.
I kiss your trust with arsenic lips.
I'm a record that's stuck on skip.

Yeah, yeah.
I hope you drown in your trail of tears.
Yeah, yeah.
I hope you sleep through your hurricane, for years.

Give me some more, ya gotta give me some more.