Yellow Dirt

He gets up every morning
 and he lights upon the floor
 then migrates to the washroom
 and he opens up the door
 the whiskers on his chin tell him he's in and then
 through the paste and the soap
 he sees his image without hope
 he's a broom of a fellow
 an oddity in parenthesis
 so infected with disease of yellow dirt down in his soul
 He usually spends his spare time
 counting hairs upon his arm
 the ants around the cupboard
 to his thinking add their charm
 he never stops to notice
 that his shoes are fulla lead
 he's dead through cough
 and labored breathing he is seething
 he's a sandwich of a fellow
 an all-spread personality
 so infected with disease of yellow dirt down in his soul
 Last night a thousand stars were his
 to mold like clay and so
 in one split second's anger
 he did reach and take a hold
 he saw himself a captain way off on some kissin' situation
 that would have made his father proud
 he laughs out loud
 he conceals the hurt
 he reveals the dirt
 the yellow dirt down in his soul
 yellow dirt down in his soul
 yellow dirt down in his soul
 yellow dirt down in his soul
 He's got his dirt down in his soul
 he's got his dirt down in his soul, now, now
 he's got his dirt down in his soul
 he's got his dirt down in his soul, now, now
 he's got his dirt down in his soul
 It would have made his father proud
 he laughs out loud
 he conceals the hurt
 he reveals the dirt
 the yellow dirt down in his soul
 yellow dirt down in his soul
 yellow dirt down in his soul
 yellow dirt down in his soul
 yellow dirt down in his soul
 yellow dirt down in his soul
 yellow dirt down in his soul