Gazebo Tree Lyrics - Kristin Hersh

That sky is a-shine with sheen, those eyes are a green machine 

Spare me your whining 

In my rainy gazebo tree 

Deep in my silver pit 

The walls are all thick with it 

My, but you slay me 

In my rainy gazebo tree 

Bless my baby eyes, don't you know Jesus died? 

I'm better off inside 

Strip and you lose your hide 

What's in that thermos man? 

Your female's a garbage can 

So you haven't filled her up 

OK try to fill my cup 

It's moonshine from cactus 

Well, I guess it can't wreck us