The leaves have turned, your ways have burned
Your naked flesh against the sun
Your walls are bare, you're huddled there
Ignoring everyone
But on your own, your kids have grown
And left you to waste away yourself
You long to eat but your stubborn feet
Have left nothing on the shelf
Angeline, Angeline
All your friends on their hands and knees
Tired of your tragedies
And standing on your bones tonight
Dressed up in the pale new light
Surrounded by the tall grass
Waving with bare brown trees
What a bad sight, your corpse is lined
And laid out for everyone to see
Now the snow has come, falling on everyone
And making steam when you pee
Now they've put you in the ground, about six feet down
And left you to rot in your dirt cave shell
Now the worms they feed on your fragile feet
As you walk your naked path to hell
Angeline, Angeline
All your friends on their hands and knees
Tired of your tragedies
And standing on your bones tonight
Dressed up in the pale new light
Surrounded by the tall grass
Waving with bare brown trees