Brother's Blood

My brother's blood boils in my arms

It balls my fingers into fists

It bubbles blisters burns my palms

It floods with fury, fights, and fits

It's got the good guy in me hiding

It kicks my humble heart around

It's got me fiendin' for the fire that could finish off this town

O it's got me good

It's my brother's blood on a cherry tree

It stains the bark from branch to root

It puddles thick with pits and leaves

It strains the sweetness from the fruit

It's got me looking for communion

A hiding spot off underground

An open plot I could climb into

A lighting promise in my mouth

A blackout oath I swore and meant, but couldn't conjure up again

I don't know one thing about my brothers blood

No, I don't know one thing about my brothers blood

It's my brother's blood

In my dirty lungs

On my crooked mouth

On my swollen tongue

On my fathers gun

On each strangers face

Across the bluebird sky

On every hand I shake

Night after night

On each chuckled prayer

Such sweet relief

A fistful of hair

And each desperate try for elusive peace

And every endless night

And each wasted week

All that dialogue doubling back on me

All that tangled talk

All my growing needs

It my brothers back

It's my fathers arms

It's every twisted fact in my sorry heart

My sorry heart my sorry heart

Spit and scream what's done is done

Go make your peace with everyone

They don't need to know about my brothers blood