Down On Me

The poet's head is dead
His words have been misread
And the cynic's lips are dry
His vulture tongue obsessed

You gotta love the earth
Don't burn my wings
Too close to the Sun
What the hell am I supposed to do
When you're pushing hard on me
Who the hell am I supposed to be
When you're bleeding all over me

God knows I'm good
So misunderstood
Coming to you
I'm down on my own
No spirit unknown
That's why I'm supposed to believe in you

I love the earth
Don't burn my wings
Too close to the Sun
What the hell am I supposed to do
When you're pushing hard on me
Who the hell am I supposed to be
When you're bleeding all over me

Said it before
Sayin' it again
Holy fools yea

What the hell am I supposed to do
When you're pushing hard on me
Who the hell am I supposed to be
When you're bleeding hard for me
What are you gonna do when the light gets in your eye
You're gonna find that there's life outside
Who am I supposed to be
When you're so hard, hard on me

Oh the poet's head is dead
His words have been misread
The cynic's lips are dry
His vulture tongue obsessed
And he wants to know that God knows I'm good