I make my tea from poison ivy leaves. I sleep with fiction dreams. I walk the land a nowhere boy and I concieve invented disease. My television watches me, all I do is breathe and sleep. Ignorance breeds ignorance, so come and feel sorry for me. Yeah, yeah. I hope you drown in your trail of tears. Yeah, yeah. I hope you sleep through your hurricane, for years. I nail myself up on a "t". I wear a crown of ivy. Keep me tied to your shortest leash and bait me on transparencies. I wear a suit of chameleon skin and wonder about the state I'm in. I kiss your trust with arsenic lips. I'm a record that's stuck on skip. Yeah, yeah. I hope you drown in your trail of tears. Yeah, yeah. I hope you sleep through your hurricane, for years. Give me some more, ya gotta give me some more.