It's true that I'm a kinda complicated dame I don't even know my original name I've been changing the damn thing since I was younger A kid with a mixed up head, fervent for the hunger And i'm a baptized, stylized, blue-collared boy A poetry, rotary, expression of joy Stitched up with sidewalks and time-clocks and rattling thunder I'm a kid with a mixed up head, fervent for the hunger When I dream, I dream in color But I mostly do not dream And I have seen god through the curtain when I'm just barely asleep She's holding out a basket full of scones and other treats I am starving but there's nothing here I can eat It is true that I've tried on different faces before Toiled over things I'm not responsible for Captured by every philosophy, traveling wonder I was a kid with a mixed up head, fervent for the hunger And I'm a holy ghost, lamp post, poet of sorts A rain drop machine shop radio source Sutured with lip gloss and hot sauce, indian summers Just a kid with a mixed up head, fervent for the hunger When I dream, I dream in color But I mostly do not dream And I have seen god through the curtain when I'm just barely asleep She's holding out a basket full of scones and other treats I am starving but there's nothing here I can eat It's true that i'm a kinda complicated dame I don't even know my original name I've been changing the damn thing since I was younger