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.