Vincent And Theo

Vincent and Theo,

Souped up my Geo,

Now it`s burning oils,

All the Cobalt blue,

Blew the gaskets.

I traded an arm for a Bedroom in Arles,

At least I still got my ears,

But now I can`t sit still,

For the Absinthe.

And you always swore that I`d be the one to make it,

Then how come I could never get you to pose, for me naked?

I haven`t gone too far,

There`s a room,

There`s quiet,

And the doctors, tell me it`s good for my health.

I haven`t gone too far,

There`s paint,

There are flowers,

And the doctors, promise me I can get well,

I`ve got the fields, and the clouds,

And my Geo.

I`m goin` away,

I`m fadin` away,

I`m fadin` away, away.

Vincent and Theo,

Souped up my Geo,

Now it`s burnin` oils,

Now I don`t know which way,

To go.

I got drunk on beer,

And then went to see her,

Now I hang my head,

Now I`m sanding notches,

Off the bedpost.

And you always swore . . .