Sugarfoot's Got Two Hands

Just As Long As He Can See

One Hand In The Birdfeed

And A Hand In The Apple Tree

He Stands In Line, Just A Little Behind

A Yellow Moon That Hangs

He's All Tangled And He Broke His Sticks On The Links

Of His Own Chain Gang



You Oughta See This Home That He Own

It's Like A Box Of Jewelry

He's Got His Own Church Bell

And His Bed It Lays In A Gallery

And All The Colors They Shine Like Flames

Coming In Through The Window Pane

They End Up Getting Checked Over Twice

For The Reds Of Someone's Veins



It's So Cold And Blown All Apart

It's So Cold And Needing Of A Heart



He Stands Alone On The Top Of His Home

Where All The Blue Birds Flown

Sucks In On His Cheeks And He Cries

As He Moans Through A Saxophone

He Reaches High With His Hands In The Sky

And Puts His Fingers Right Into The Storm

Always One To Stand Under The Moon

And Blow On His Own Horn

And Anyone With Anything Has Already Begun To Think

That Somebody Down There Knows

Just How He Sat Down On His Knees In The Dirt

And Buried Someone's Rainbow



It's So Cold And Blown All Apart

It's So Cold And Needing Of A Heart



It's So Cold And Blown All Apart

It's So Cold And Needing Of A Heart



Well, I Know You Ain't My Enemy

The Only One's Inside Of Me

He's Killing Me Getting Free

I Hear He Wants My Head With An Old Ice Pick

And Fix Me Up On A Stick

And All I've Ever Got To Be

Is Everything I Wanna Be

And Sugarfoot Disagrees



He Still Stands Tall Underneath That Apple Tree

Man, He's Still Watching Me

His Chain Gang Is Tryin' To Pull Me Down

Like The Birds And The Fireflies

They Shoot Arrows Up Into The Skies

And They Burn All The Feathers Dry

Well, He Only Wants To Fill His Belly Up

With Rocks Till It Hurts, Then He Stops

Well, He Don't Know What To Do With Love

If It