His mind is hurtsome with grief He sits and watches a grass or leaf He can tell when a new one grows, he can And watches as maggots flee from the throat of a dead man
Across two seas he can hear And grabs your words before you speak them He hears the sound of drinking grass, he does And the Arctic moves each gigantic load for his owner's sake
He's a man who speaks evil He's a man who is evil He looks at evil as a good thing He can speak evil, he can hear evil He really, really lives it
He can feel that all his thoughts are changing That all his thoughts are changing by the hour He can feel
This man is hurtsome with grief He sits and watches a grass or leaf He talks to them all while they grow, he does And wanders like a dog day thief Inside out, and below you know He's a man who speaks evil He's a man who is evil He looks on evil as a good thing He can speak evil, he can hear evil He really, really lives it
He can feel that all his thoughts are changing That all his thoughts are changing by the hour He can feel