Brickyard Blues

I’m dead and buried in the brickyard woods
You tied to love me but you ain’t no good
Angel eyes in the back of your head
The daily news is red

--Win or loose I take it all
Eyes of fire come to call
Burning tears fall from my face
Free the words of spoken grace--

Mirror mirror on the wall
follow the leader down the hall
to the rule of the crimson tide
(the football team)
the word of life is locked inside

Blessed virgin always good
No one loves you like they should
Time is taken for the show
Wash your clothes before you go