Rock Candy Brains - Kristin Hersh

Mustve been on mushrooms when you wrote that pile of junk

Got rock candy brains and that head of yours

Full of holes, full of holes

Terry cloths about the only comfort Im allowed

What with all the rain and this house of yours

Full of holes, full of holes

Im about through being your plaything

Im about through being your gin

Im about through being your water

Do you want to spend another night under the porch?

We could light a candle and this rotten wood

Up in flames, up in flames

Your orange fingers are glowing hot

I think your sneakers on fire

Up in flames, up in flames

Im about through being your plaything

Im about through being your gin

Im about through being your water

One breath after lights out

The rest under nights spell