Burning black the past fades back
And I'm stuck here in my youth
The skin is charred, the breads gone hard
but there's no more oil to use

All my sons are falling out
It's never sunny anymore

Bleeding thumbs from shooting guns
The price tag of your proof
The waters cold, and so you hold
Your arms close into you

All these days since I've seen you
You've grown your hair out to the floor
And in the morning windless dew
You whisper softly through the door

Saying
I ain't your man
I ain't your friend
I ain't your man
I ain't a friend

I ain't your man
I ain't your friend
I ain't your man
I ain't  a friend