When the smile was genuine Collected all the discontent on my neck Chop me up, defenestrate, agitate, lay in wait Tuned in to celebrate 'Twas a day late, dollar short Demonstrate the demon's run When a good man goes to war Them Delta blues got nothin' on me Keep ya head in the past of a life unlit Diseased, knobby knees, if you please Colored outside those blurred lines Of who I thought I was supposed to be.
