turbulent indigo

you wanna make van goghs

raise 'em up like sheep

make 'em out of eskimos

and women if you please

make 'em nice and normal

make 'em nice and neat

you see him with his shotgun there?

bloodied in the wheat?

oh what do you know about

living in turbulent indigo?

brash fields

crude crows

in a scary sky. in a golden frame

roped off

tourists guided by. tourists talking about the madhouse

talking about the ear

the madman hangs in fancy homes

they wouldn't let him near!

he'd piss in their fireplace!

he'd drag them through turbulent indigo

i'm a burning hearth