Turned into my worst phobia A crazy man's utopia If you're lost no one can show ya But it sure was glad to know ya Only poor boys take a chance On the garden's song and dance Feel her flowers as they wrap around But only smart boys do without

Bitches come and go (You know that) Money come and go (You know that) Love come and go (Don't shit last) Me and my bitch, took a little trip Down to the garden, took a little dip (oh no) Apple juice falling from her lips took a little sip (boom) Took a

I will walk, with my hands bound I will walk, with my face blood I will walk, with my shadow flag Into your garden Garden of stone The direction of the eye So misleading The defection of the soul Nauseously quick

There's a scarecrow in the garden That looks like Lucifer And I've been reading Revelations With my bare feet in the river Well, he came from Northern Ireland Searching for the free man's ground And he came to bet his fortune On a West Virginia plow He

You will have a pardon Take me to the alley Take me to the afflicted ones Take me to the lonely ones That somehow lost their way Let them hear me say I am your friend Come to my table Rest here in my garden

From three little girls Cause all my world's sad and weary My three little girls When this world got you feelin' low I don't need nowhere else to go Cause I get all the love I need They're in the garden collectin' snails On the bed read fairy tales I get

So tell me your secrets And join me in pieces (Eternally yours) I'm ready to bury all of my bones I'm ready to lie but say I won't To rot in this garden made of stones Eternally yours I'm ready to bleed to make amends And sleep in this dirt we call our

Black, black roses in my garden To keep and care it you got to water it In my garden I've been travelin' all over this world I've never seen no other black rose in no other garden So you see my garden is so special Got to keep the earth so cool 'Cause

All kinds of roses All kinds of roses, grow in my garden, All kinds of creatures All kinds of creatures, run on my land, All kinds of children All kinds of children, play in my yard, So many feelings, so many feelings, flow through my blood All kinds

I feel like I've been living in A city with no children in it A garden left for ruin by a millionaire inside Of a private prison The summer that I broke my arm I waited for your letter I have no feeling for you now Now that I know you better I wish that