Some people are born strange As a fact of the blood Some people are loose change Pennies sinking in the mud You know, devil made the world out of sand and clay And printed it with seas that never sprung This world wants a big rain, this world wants a flood My head hunching over his vows Dreaming of the new bride Who's gonna carry him over through a gulf crossed dome To a home in the past Say a man and a fire go out the same way Cold ashes can't be stoked Even when the seed long's vanished in the flames You consider that's bitter small