DESCRIPTION:
From the 1999 Debut CD, "Malamerica".

My troubles deafened Heaven as I snaked the path to you
And above me was a sundog, barkin
I'd uncovered the conspiracy that had pulled all luck away from me
into the sky, where my spirit darkened.
And in a sudden strident hiss I turned my gaze up to the lifts
And said, "My eye! My eye!"
And in a black, blasphemous holler I cursed persistent squalor, said, "My eye! My eye!"

I lost all tact and subtlety the very night you left me
Even my violence is aimless and empty.
And I'd kill a man just because I can
Just to gather his kin from across the land and watch
their woeful shadows stretch across the country.
But in that somber stagnant queue, my thoughts still turn to you!
I cry, "My eye! My eye!"
It's like I look forward to the day when you're dancing on my grave, singin "My eye! My eye!"

This morning I awakened in a toxic caustic stupor
From a boiling night of bourbon, beer and malice!
My dream was urine soaked, dead silent, with a fat red demon
pointing at me with one long finger, like some vile and violent phallus!
Well let it point to what I'm seeing in the empty space beside me
in my eye! My eye!
And in my ears' incessant ringing I hear mockingbirds,
mocking, singing at me: "My eye! My eye!"

So I'm trudging through the suburbs, unwelcome and unclean
But the moon it serves to light my way
To that little room you're hidden in, your little voluntary prison
That makes the entire world my jail!
As insects worship and are sacrificed on the violent, violet altar,
I cry, "My eye! My eye!"
And when I realize I've been caught just like those tiny burning moths I scream, "My eye! My eye!"
And in a sudden strident hiss, I turn my gaze up to the lifts
And say, "My eye! My eye!"
And in a black, blasphemous holler I curse persistent squalor, say, "My eye! My eye!"
Etc...
Copyright 1999 © FurnaceSongs (ASCAP)
Lyrics by Michael Bradley