Put on my plaid coat,
And walk out the front door 
With all of my longings trailing in tow
Finish my whiskey 
Walk out in the cold 
With all my possessions 
All I had in the world 
I was but a boy 
When they run me out of town 
I put cloth to flame 
Then I burned their chapel down 
I saw blood on the water 
Bury me on county grounds 
The hallowed kind
Oh oooo ohoh
I think I ll head to the hills or a while
its cool there theres orchards
the valley are wide
An adverse disconnection 
With a beautiful world 
A functional dystopia 
One I call my own 
Certain terse inflections 
When I speak of what I know
Nothin bout nothing
All I had in the world
Hollow man of nothing pictures 
Renaissance at heart 
Hollow man of nothing pictures 
Renaissance art heart
The autumn leaves are fallin fast
Id say fall on me cause Im fallin 
Fast
All twisted branches
All twisted branches
I think Ill head to the hills for a while
Its cool there theres orchards
The valleys are wide