Bruised Orange Chain Of Sorrow

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My heart's in the ice house, come hill or come valley

Like a long ago Sunday when I walked through the alley

On a cold winter's morning to a church house

Just to shovel some snow

I heard sirens on the train track howl naked gettin' under

An altar boy's been hit by a local commuter

Just from walking with his back turned to the train

That was coming so slow

You can gaze out the window, get mad and get madder

Throw you hands in the air, say "What does it matter?"

But it don't do no good to get angry

So help me I know

For a heart stained in anger grows weak and grows bitter

You become your own prisoner

As you watch yourself sit there wrapped up in a trap

Of your very own chain of sorrow

I been brought down to zero, pulled out and put back there

I sat on the park bench, kissed the girl with the black hair

And my head shouted down to my heart:

"You better look out below"

Hey, it ain't such a long drop, don't stammer, don't stutter

From the diamonds in the sidewalk to the dirt in the gutter

And you carry those bruises to remind you

Wherever you go

You can gaze out the window, get mad and get madder

Throw your hands in the air, say "What does it matter?"

But it don't do no good to get angry

So help me I know

For a heart stained in anger grows weak and grows bitter

You become your own prisoner

As you watch yourself sit there wrapped up in a trap

Of your very own chain of sorrow

A D A E x4

My heart's in the ice house, come hill or come valley

Like a long ago Sunday when I walked through the alley

On a cold winter's morning to a church house

Just to shovel some snow