Vincent and Theo,
Souped up my Geo,
Now it's burning oils,
All the Cobalt blue,
Blew the gaskets.
I traded an arm for a Bedroom in Arles,
At least I still got my ears,
But now I can't sit still,
For the Absinthe.
And you always swore that I'd be the one to make it,
Then how come I could never get you to pose, for me naked?
I haven't gone too far,
There's a room,
There's quiet,
And the doctors, tell me it's good for my health.
I haven't gone too far,
There's paint,
There are flowers,
And the doctors, promise me I can get well,
I've got the fields, and the clouds,
And my Geo.
Vincent and Theo,
Souped up my Geo,
Now it's burnin' oils,
Now I don't know which way,
To go.
I got drunk on beer,
And then went to see her,
Now I hang my head,
Now I'm sanding notches,
Off the bedpost.