Free Of Hope
by Vic Chesnutt
From the album: Is the Actor Happy?
Track 8 of 14 on Is the Actor Happy? (1995).
Duration: 5:52
Lyrics for Free Of Hope
Bricks are dirty, lakes are dead the Family dog is mad baby brother's science Beakers are all broken now the Yard peacocks are all sad board games are Boring may they rot on the shelf Big brother's at Columbia University Quote unquote he's tanning beaver Pelts subtle as a billboard oh so refined Smoking through my chimney burning Up this life of mind free of hope, free of the Past thank you God of nothing I'm free at last Free of hope, free of the past thank you God of nothing I'm free at last I'm free at last A chip on the shoulder usually means there's wood up above But no many at this shiny oblong table is very, Very fibrous picnic demographics I'm scorched and corn fed leaning On the banister I know it's just another 20, 20 years of sweat making up his Milkdud mind gnawing on a Charleston Chew ooh, look inside his hothouse eyes see His budding youth free of hope, free of The pas thank you God of nothing I'm Free at last free of hope, free of the past thank You God of nothing I'm free at last I'm free at last