Heidi

Heidi, there are things

You couldn't possibly know

It's a race of angels a line in the snow

A flame in the dark

A prayer to saint jude

He's the patron saint of nothingness

There's nothing he can do

'Cause it's out of my hands

He's not a

God no he is oh merely a man

And so I'm telling everybody

I will not come undone

But being so superior is just no f**kin' fun no

If I had a gun I think comeing able

If I had a gun I'd know what to do

If I had a gun I would be perfectly unstable

Well nothing really changes then that's true

Oh heidi

I am many things but I thank

God I'm not like you

'Cause kids of today

They think they're so d*mn profound

You give them one slim book of kerouac

And they're ready to expound

On the way of the world

On what makes things art

They couldn't find their way around Kentucky

Or the map of a human heart

So it's out of my hands

I'm not a

God 'cause I will never be a man

And so I'm telling everybody

I've learnt to fill the hole

I'm baking cakes on Sunday for the teatime of my soul

If I had a gun I think comeing able

If I had a gun I'd know what to do

If I had a gun I would be perfectly unstable

Well nothing really changes then that's true

Oh heidi

I am many things but I thank God I'm not like you

'Cause

I have a heart

I think it beats

I don't say things

I do not mean

To appear clever

Heidi I'm not you

Maybe that's strange to you

Maybe I'm just strange

If I had a gun I think comeing able

If I had a gun I'd know what to do

If I had a gun I would be perfectly unstable

Well nothing really changes then that's true

Oh heidi I am many things but

I thank

God I'm not like you