Bitter Kind

Tell that poor thing to open his eyes

Tell him to open the door to his house

Tell him the sun is shining outside

And the stars spark brightly almost every night

Tell him some flowers already have grown

Tell him the ice broke this afternoon

Tell him fishermen are out there to catch

Tell him there are lovers so hungry to match

Ask that poor thing if he is alright

Ask him why he is so eager to fight

Ask him how many years that have gone

And ask him why he hasn't moved on

Warned that poor thing about who's gonna pay

Mourning about the danger in his ugly way

And tell him that some smokes are too good to ignore

Tell him there are some flavours you could be born for

Ask him why yelling don't reach his mind

Tell him there's no mercy for the bitter kind