the dream was good remember the feeling   twirled my body from place to place   at once shaken need not worry   the bones in my hand are poking out   stuck on a steam train headed for chicago      ask for more, settled for nothing   ask for more, settled for nothing      Why yah mockin me, always mockin me   hands set free, black eyes for sale   that cuban shirt seems kinda dirty   did'ja wake up drunk on an itchy wool blanket   with nothing to eat but a mayonaise sandwich      ask for nothing, settled for less      bastard son born without thumbs