I was born in the jungle
With the sickening smell of cinnamon in the air
I was born in a white hole
And I can't believe the colors here today
They stalk on a circle
Well I've never been blessed with elephant memory
I'm riding a red line nowhere

If it takes 40 years for the guns can be paid for
If it takes 40 years to put the money away
If it takes 40 years to get the things that I need sir
If it takes 40 years I'll walk the thunder and the rain

Well I was born in a good home
Where the rising cost of raising children
Was not a factor
And I can't believe the things it does to me
I feel with the white noise
Well I never did much of anything anyway

If it takes 40 years for the gun to be paid for
If it takes 40 years to put the money away
If it takes 40 years to get the things that I need sir
If it takes 40 years I'll walk the thunder and the rain

I wanna buy me a good heart and a conscience
Maybe raise some children
Get me a good wife
and a garden, garden, garden, garden
I'll start me a new life
With a six foot color television
I'll start me a new life somewhere

I was born on a warm night
On the right coast, Southeastern America
Dead on arrival, but you can't believe the things you hear today
I'll fly me a white plane, over water, over blue and green
Land in the ocean somewhere