A friend of mine grows his very own bramblesnThey twist all around him 'til he can't movenBeautiful, quivering, chivalrous shamblesnWhat is my friend trying to prove?nnThe bruise turns a tall gentle boy to a terrible totemnAnd the kids gather 'round trying to see what's insidenI think when he's drinking he's drowning some riotnWhat is my friend trying to hide?nnCause it's breaking my heart, it's breaking my heartnAnd it's breaking my heart to pour like the rainnBrother of mine, don't run with those fuckersnWhen will my friend start singing again?nWhen will my friend start singing again?