All my style. all my grace. All I tried to save my face. . All my guts, try to spill. All my holes, try to fill. . All my money been a long time spent.
Photograph, lookin' down at me. I'm lookin' at the past. Something about my family in high contrast. Something about my infancy in white and black. Something about my memories.
Take my eyes, take them aside. Take my face, and desecrate. My arms and legs. They get in the way. . And take my hands, they'll understand. Take my heart, pull it apart.
I like the tree tops cuz they're reaching just like me. I'm tied up in knots like the brambles and the weeds. . I am the rooster in the morning. You can hear me cockadoodling.