On a long and simple gallows tree
a god and dollar bill I see --
and I've never felt so happy;
no, never felt so happy.
I walk around and brush the bush
and think about all the ants I mush,
just want to make a cent or two;
what else am I supposed
to want to do?
And on the laundered sky I spot
a furious eye over a shackled lot
-- but I'm told it's just the sun
that blinds;
destroying all the ants it finds.
I don't think I understand,
my god, my wallet is full
but my life ain't worth living.
God, you're like a bird in my hand:
something beautiful, always squirming.
And I wish I could let go.