I was born in the jungle

With the sickening smell of cinnamon in the air

I was born in a white hole, and I can't believe the colors here today

They stalk on a circle

I've never been blessed with an elephant's memory

I'm riding a red line nowhere

If it takes forty years for the guns to be paid for

If it takes forty years I'll put the money away

If it takes forty years to get the things that I need air

If it takes forty years I want the thunder and the rain

I was born in a good home

Where the rising cost of raising children

Was not a factor and you can't believe the things it does to me

I feel with the white noise

Well I never did much of anything anyway

Jump on a big train, nowhere

If it takes forty years for the guns to be paid for

If it takes forty years I'll put the money away

If it takes forty years to get the things that I need air

If it takes forty years I want the thunder and the rain

I wanna buy me a good heart

And a conscience maybe raise some children

I wanna get me a good wife,

And god and god and god and god and

I wanna start me a new life with a six foot, color television

I'm gonna start me a new life, somewhere

I was born on a warm night

On the right coast, southeastern America

Dead on arrival, but you can't believe the you hear today

I'll fly me a white plain over water over blue and green and land in ocean

Somewhere

If it takes forty years for the guns to be paid for

If it takes forty years I'll put the money away

If it takes forty years to get the things that I need air

If it takes forty years I want the thunder and the rain