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' nuder,   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 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.      I been brought down to zero, pulled out and put back there.   I sat on a 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.