Letras
She was alone
On a corner, looking blind with a cane and some homemade clothes
She froze when I looked her way like her face was stone
She said, "Oh, I can feel you looking
At me thinking she's at a painful low"
She spoke with a tone like a river from a maypole
"Maybe my eyes are blind," she said
Caught up in her mind, she said
"All you see is mine," it says
"And all I feel is hope
So here now where the silence was
I'll tell you what blindness does
And you tell me, the blinded one
Who can see the glow?"
And everything the rich man was
I saw his blisters and cuts
And the whispers he trusted were kissing on him
I saw him sinning in them church pews
The devil sold his church shoes
Serenade, you're worth, you're addicted to your love
And in everything the rich man did
He brought his rich man kid
He said, "Now sit down, listen
Follow me and be my son
Keep aligned, see what's mine
Be blind to what won't suffocate our bottom line"
"Maybe my life's a lie," he'd think
Caught up in his mind, he'd think
No sleeping or the lions are creeping
Every night he'd try
"Maybe my life's a lie," he'd joke
"And all this apple pie is sulfur
And all I've got in life is owed
To the kingdom of the lie"
But then the rich man's son
Didn't want his rich man blood
He ran like the wind to a witch whose
Home was made of mud
He said, "Can you take the sins out of my hands?
My gold is pus that curdled up inside my father's skull
When he made coal out of his damage"
So she made the rich son nothing
Waved her hand, hung something
Then his stomach went hungry
And from that gutter came his flood
He cried and poured cheap vodka from his cup
When it dripped down his knuckles, he licked up
What dropped became gold to his eyes, suffering alone