Your tied up to a tree in my backyard Arms are bound with hate And feet are swinging free Flowers in the garden are beautiful as can be Shining bright in the suns loving hand As the blood drains down your legs And out your toes You wonder how to make it And expect someone to know Not another free ride not another high time Not another helping hand As the ground sinks from your feet And your staring at the sun Only think of what you've become And floating now Looking for the ground But you can't seem to plant your feet And the flower grows Looking like a rose With its thorn stuck in your side