You're the rul rul healer of me
what does it feel like to be
like you're living in the center of your own howl
And what are you doing here all hours, it's all ours here, did you hear me knocking
you out, the flour on my cutting board lifted into the air like a ghost. for trespassing?
It's nation time, it's nation time, it's nation tieeme—We say some things over and over until they go true:
I started singing in the church
I'm part cherokee
I'm a famous atheist
I'm an explicit marxist
I started singing in the church
I believe in everything you're afraid of
I check you out at the festival
I rest and cancel recipes
I turn you into yourself
