Rock Candy Brains

Mustve been on mushrooms when you wrote that pile of junk
Got rock candy brains and that head of yours
Full of holes, full of holes
Terry cloths about the only comfort Im allowed
What with all the rain and this house of yours
Full of holes, full of holes
Im about through being your plaything
Im about through being your gin
Im 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, up in flames
Your orange fingers are glowing hot
I think your sneakers on fire
Up in flames, up in flames
Im about through being your plaything
Im about through being your gin
Im about through being your water
One breath after lights out
The rest under nights spell