Some People Are Born Strange Lyrics

Some people are born strange
As a fact of the blood
Some people are loose change
Pennies sinking in the mud
You know, devil made the world out of sand and clay
And printed it with seas that never sprung
This world wants a big rain, this world wants a flood

My head hunching over his vows
Dreaming of the new bride
Who's gonna carry him over through a gulf crossed dome
To a home in the past

Say a man and a fire go out the same way
Cold ashes can't be stoked
Even when the seed long's vanished in the flames
You consider that's bitter small