Vic Chesnutt Free Of Hope lyrics

Bricks are dirty, lakes are dead

The family dog is mad

Baby brother's science beakers are all broken

Now the yard peacocks are all sad

Board games are boring

May they rot on the shelf

Big brother's at Columbia University

Quote unquote he's tanning beaver pelts

Subtle as a billboard oh so refined

Smoking through my chimney

Burning up this life of mind

Free of hope, free of the past

Thank you God of nothing

I'm free at last

Free of hope, free of the past

Thank you God of nothing

I'm free at last

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I'm free at last ...

A chip on the shoulder usually means

There's wood up above

But no many at this shiny oblong table

Is very, very fibrous

Picnic demographics

I'm scorched and cornfed

Leaning on the banister

I know it's just another 20, 20 years of sweat

Making up his milkdud mind

Gnawing on a Charleston Chew

Ooh, look inside his hothouse eyes

See his budding youth

Free of hope, free of the past

Thank you God of nothing