I tied this song to a tree   I tied this song to a tree   And whipped it but it would not bleed      You and I cracked the night out    But the muse, she would not cry out   Cry out, cry out   These teeth were cleaned with a broken e-string   And all my money, I have laid down   Just to hear a few words from old Waits and Dee How   I fly three hundred days   I crashed into my stovepipe, gamelan   And the clank and the clutter opened my eyes   So Williams was leading the revolution   So Helpert was leading the revolution