This don't bother me like it does you.
I'm used to caves.
I'll crawl into any old hole.
I like to lie in weeds and watch.
I like to see what happens where no one looks.
One time I think an angel came at me
--all different colors and fading fast.
I'd like to see that thing again.
I got this gypsum flower gives off spark and light.
I keep it in a jar.
It might be a piece, you know.
It might not all come back at once.

I'm hung up bad
but when I think I'll smother,
quick I think about I'm walking down a road,
sounds of bugs.
Sometimes I talk out loud just to hear myself.
My gold tooth aches.
I got a compass needle in my pocket
and more magnetism than most.
I bet you didn't know I can find my way
out of a cave in the dark.
Used to scare them tourists half to death.
I made a good cave guide.
I got Indian blood in me.
Some caves is full of old Indian bones--
big with jawteeth all the way around.

The way this one breathed
I thought I was on to something,
but inside and it ain't like my Crystal--
it's dead, like it ain't going nowhere.
Somebody feeds me and I figure I can live two weeks.
I dreamed I was eating ham hock and beans.
I dreamed an angel with no face.
I dreamed I was trapped in a cave.

I want them to come and cut my #%$damn leg off.

I got nineteen hundred dollars in the bank
and could buy me a whole farm if I wanted to.
I got to get out of here.
I had to piss on my leg.

They fetched me a crowbar and jacks,
and rigged a harness
and a tube of grease--
hasn't nothing worked so far
and sometimes I don't care
so long as I got bodies heating me I won't freeze,
so long as they stay here close,
but every time I think this time I'm free.
I get my spirits up.
I can't remember if I'm me or how I call my name.

It plays tricks on you--
couple of times I thought sure
I heard Johnny coming.
Wasn't nothing, probably water tunneling.
Me and Johnny was boys together.
He'll get me out if anybody can.

Tell me how you said people was pulling for me.
Tell them to keep on praying.
My Daddy is a Sunday-go-to-meeting man.
Tell him I found the Lord in this hole.
Tell him I am struck with tongue.
I've made my peace.
Death don't frighten me none--
but it's so long sometimes
I get a flickering like when my coal-oil's running low
and there ain't flame enough to light this hole.