I'm dying on a sunday, mother
My Church is closed, and in a heinous sin,
I miss her blue eyes mother

And her lips to begin with.

I'm a poor man's Vincent, mother
I drew parallel lines on a tree
I skipped the sermons, mother

I skipped to play hide and seek

I'm living in a blue shack, mommy,
There's a bad man with yellow eyes

He's taking me away, mother
It's a place called Paradise.