Landed in jail, couldn't pay my bail

Yes sirree, I guess I'm free 

On a blacktop roof with a pine cone 

Virtuosity, that's jealousy 

If I can be free, you won't see me 

In a million years with a bag of tears 

Liver in my cup 

Sliver in my veins 

And a flowerpot out in the rain 

Kind of mean 

Just fourteen 

And a high brochure, you can be sure 

Of a foreign land out in the sand 

Down by the way of a sunshine ray 

Yes you can live but you can't tell 

The fortune of our blinding love 

It's in the skies you know 

Where you must go