Constant calling coming from a silver throat

Made my mind up after only several strokes

Raindrops echo in a tin pan

Hubris falling into my hands

Constant calling coming from a silver throat

Made my mind up after all the words I wrote

Silence, heavy over my head

Violence, hiding under my bed

Constant calling coming from a silver throat

All the children laughing at the billy goat

The most that a grape is worth is wine

And the sand on the beach isn't worth my time

And the moon aint worth a Good god damn

And the sun just aint part of my plan

And the ocean is just a mystery

And the earth is just something to seed

And the bleeding you do will not relieve the pain that you cause your self with greed

And the lines that you leave, they are just make-believe, and

The air that you breathe, it is just make-believe, and

The filth and the trees, they are just make-believe, and

The ghost that I leave, it is just make-believe, and