Living in the meadow, the mighty, mighty meadownWith too many people sucking all the waternAnd my daddy was a farmer, he was a race car drivernHe is a four-leaf clover, he is the next messiahnnNow he's living the woods, the dark and dank woodsnWith a cocktail waitress who thinks she's an artistnTake her down to the river, split her right up the middlenNow it's going to be trouble for a pregnant lamb and con mannnGot sick the clink, dye his hair in the sinknAnd the tumor going to make a man out of himnNow my daddy was a chancer, he was bad check bouncernBut he beat that cancer, he is a survivor, he is the next messiahnnCarving it up, squeezing it off, watching it bleednWashing it off, taking it back, she's down on her kneesnWhen did she come to detest you?nnGiving it back, backing you up, nothing's for freenYou're giving it back, for locking you up, those terrible deedsnnWhen will they come to arrest you?nWhen did she come to detest you?nnWhen will they come to arrest you?nWhen did she come to detest you?nnI'm going to give my love to you one daynYou got to bring it backnI'm going to give my love to you one daynYou got to bring it backnI want to tell you, Love younnWell, I'm going to go out for a walk nYou better be here when I get backnnWell, I'm going to give my love to you one daynYou got to bring it backnI want to tell you I love younnHe's the next messiah