Rock Candy Brains Lyrics - Kristin Hersh

Must've been on mushrooms when you wrote that pile of junk. 

Got rock candy brains and that head of yours, full of holes 

Terry cloth's about the only comfort I'm allowed 

What with all the rain and this house of yours 

Full of holes 

I'm about through being your plaything 

I'm about through being your gin 

I'm about through being your water 

Do you want to spend another night under the porch? 

We could light a candle and this rotten wood up in flames 

Your orange fingers are glowing hot 

I think your sneaker's on fire 

Up in flames 

One breath after lights out 

The rest under night's spell