Bruised Orange (Chain of Sorrow)

My heart's in the ice house

Come hill or come valley

Like a long-ago Sunday

When I walked through the alley

On a cold winter's mornin'

To a church house, just to shovel some snow

I heard sirens on the train track

Howl naked, getting neutered

An altar boy's been hit by a local commuter

Just from walkin' with his back turned to the train

That was comin' so slow

You can gaze out the window

Gettin' mad and gettin' madder

Throw your hands in the air

Say what does it matter?

But it don't do no good

To get angry, so, Lord, help me, I know

For a heart stained in anger

Grows weak and grows bitter

You'll become your own prisoner

As you watch yourself sit there wrapped up in a trap

Of your very own chain of sorrow

I been brought down to zero

Pulled out and put back in

I sat on a park bench

Kissed the girl with the black hair

And my head shouted down at my heart

You better look out below

It ain't such a long drop

Don't stammer, don't stutter

From the diamonds in the sidewalk

To the dirt in the gutter and

You carry those bruises to remind you wherever you go

You can gaze out the window

Gettin' mad and gettin' madder

Throw your hands in the air

Say what does it matter?

But it don't do no good

To get angry, so, Lord, help me, I know

For a heart stained in anger

Grows weak and grows bitter

You'll become your own prisoner

As you watch yourself sit there wrapped up in a trap

Of your very own chain of sorrow

My heart's in the ice house

Come hill or come valley

Like a long-ago Sunday

When I walked through the alley

On a cold winter's mornin'

To a church house, just to shovel some snow

I heard sirens on the train track

Howl naked, getting neutered

An altar boy's been hit by a local commuter

Just by walkin' with his back turned to the train

That was comin' so slow

You can gaze out the window

Gettin' mad and gettin' madder

Throw your hands in the air

Say what does it matter?

But it don't do no good

To get angry, so, Lord, help me, I know

For a heart stained in anger

Grows weak and grows bitter

You'll become your own prisoner

As you watch yourself sit there wrapped up in a trap

Of your very own chain of sorrow