Out in the night
Among silent riots
Where are my roses?
Where are my violets?
Where is my moon?
And I’m
Calling out every name I knew
Not so much for the dead horse crew
Who is our groom
A man from the gloom
A burden that I can’t assume
Cuz
I’m a treehugger
A man who has nothing to lose
I’m a treehugger
Intoxicated with booze
If I open my eyes, I can see the world
Where everything doubles
And the thing which hurts is
Knees with black bruises
I easily screw my accusers
Those nagging moaners in the night
Cuz
I’m a treehugger
A man who has nothing to lose
I’m a treehugger
Intoxicated with booze