Alabaster

I see shades of alabaster While I lie here on the floor Tucked in sheets of crumbled sprinkled plaster That I ripped out of the walls Because I'm a broken bastard I'm a critical disaster I'm the Bible's final chapter I'm the aftershock of cancer I'm free as the sculptures that you see In Egyptian gypsum alabaster My dad's translucent beads I see shades of alabaster While I hide here in the corner Like your Grandpa's stratocaster That you took down to the pawn Because we're all just broken bastards Just barely mobile dancers Love scenes without an actor Millions of cheetahs running backward I'm free as my father stringing beads As your Catholic ancestors Standing back up off their knees I need to finally sing a song in key Finally break out of this alabaster See, it's okay to be me I see shades of alabaster In sandstone walls and canyons Guns and screaming cannons In castles that rise to the sky I see shades of alabaster In whiskey barrels and gin Within my sun-scorched skin And even in sad hazel eyes I'm free as my pretty melody As everyone's ancestors As they swung like beads through leafy trees I need to finally sing a song in key Finally string my alabaster Know that my family is here with me I see shades of alabaster As I stand here in this church And realize that no one has master And I was just born in their after To try to clean up their disaster Clean up the ashes of skin On the floor where they all gather It's really nice that your all together But now that the world is burning faster Can we all just admit our sins? Now that the world is burning faster Can we all just admit our sins? I'm free as Stevie stringing beads As all of our ancestors When history finally let's them be I need to finally sing a song in key Finally burn off this alabaster Know that it's okay to be free I'm free as our Grandmas were in church Because hurt people love to hurt And the hurt don't know their worth (I need me a madder her) I need to finally sing a song in key Finally lay me down in an alabaster Bury our evil past with me (and she was crazy) I see shades of alabaster As I dust off all this plaster I think we're all just scared little bastards So no person has a master I see shades of alabaster You bought back that stratocaster It's okay, you broken bastards Nobody has all the answers