Texty: Vic Chesnutt. Free Of Hope.

Bricks are dirty lakes are dead
the family dog is mad
baby brother's science beakers are all broken
now the yard peacocks are all sad

board games are boring
may they rot on the shelf
big brother's at Columbia University
quote unquote he's tanning beaver pelts

subtle as a billboard o so refined
smoking through my chimney
burning up this life of mine

free of hope
free of the past
thank you God of Nothing
I'm free at last

free of hope
free of the past
thank you God of Nothing
I'm free at last
I'm free at last
I'm free, free at last

A chip on the shoulder usually means
there's wood up above
but no man at this shiny oblong table
is very very fibrous

picnic demographics
I'm scorched and corn fed
leaning on the banister
I know it's just another 20 years of sweat

making up his Milkdud mind
gnawing on a Charleston Chew
look inside his hothouse eyes
see his budding youth

free of hope
free of the past
thank you God of Nothing
I'm free at last

free of hope
free of the past
thank you God of Nothing
I'm free at last
I'm free at last
I'm free, free at last