Bitter Kind

Tell that poor thing to open his eyes
 Tell him to open the door to his house
 Tell him the sun is shining outside
 And the stars spark brightly almost every night
 Tell him some flowers already have grown
 Tell him the ice broke this afternoon
 Tell him fishermen are out there to catch
 Tell him there are lovers so hungry to match
 Ask that poor thing if he is alright
 Ask him why he is so eager to fight
 Ask him how many years that have gone
 And ask him why he hasn't moved on
 Warned that poor thing about who's gonna pay
 Mourning about the danger in his ugly way
 And tell him that some smokes are too good to ignore
 Tell him there are some flavours you could be born for
 Ask him why yelling don't reach his mind
 Tell him there's no mercy for the bitter kind