Angeline

The leaves have turned,
Your ways haved burned
Your naked flesh against the sun.
Your walls are bare
You're huddled there
Ignoring everyone.

But on your own,
Your kids have grown
And left you to waste away yourself.
You long to eat,
But your stubborn feet
Have left nothing on the shelf.

Angeline, Angeline,
All your friends on their hands and knees
Tired of your tragedies
And standing on your bones tonight,
Dressed up in the pale new light,
Surrounded by the tall grass waving with bare brown trees.

What a bad sight
Your corpse is lined
And laid out for everyone to see.
Now the snow has come
Falling on everyone
And making steam when you pee

Now they've put you in the ground
About six feet down
And left you to rot in your dirt cave shell
Now the worms they feed
On your fragile feet
As you walk your naked path to hell

Angeline, Angeline,
All your friends on their hands and knees
Tired of your tragedies
And standing on your bones tonight,
Dressed up in the pale new light,
Surrounded by the tall grass waving with bare brown trees.