I'm rosy as a flushed red apple skin Except I've never been as sweet I've rolled around the orchard And found myself too awkward And tickle me green I'm too naive
Pray for the people inside your head For they won't be there when you're dead Muffled out and pushed back down Pushed back through the leafy ground
I wish I was home and tucked away And the future's dark as night What you need is a sunny sunny day
Don't know where I can find myself a brand new pair of ears Don't know where I can buy a heart The one I've got is shoddy And then I can have a brand new start
And shootings in the alley And people fall flat at every turn There is no straight and narrow And pick up your sticks and twigs to burn
Pray for the people inside your head For they won't be there when you're dead