My brother’s blood boils in my arms
It balls my fingers into fists
It bubbles, blisters, burns my palms
It floods with fury, fights and fits
It’s got the good guy in me hiding
It kicks my humble heart around
It’s got me fiending for the fire
That could finish off this town.
Oh it's got me good
My brother’s blood on a cherry tree
It stains the bark from branch to root
It puddles thick with pits and leaves
It strains the sweetness from the fruit
It's got me looking for communion
A hiding spot off underground
An open plot I could climb into
An lightning promise in my mouth
A blackout oath I swore and meant
But couldn’t conjure up again
I don’t know one thing
about my brother’s blood
No, I don't know one thing
about my brothers blood
It's my brother's blood
In my dirty lungs
On my crooked mouth
On my swollen tongue
On my fathers gun
On each strangers face
Across the bluebird sky
On every hand I shake
Night after night
On each chuckled prayer
Such sweet relief
A fistful of hair
And each desperate try
for elusive peace
And every endless night
And each wasted week
All that dialogue
Doubling back at me
All that tangled talk
All that growling need
Its my brother’s back
Its my father’s arms
Each twisted fact
In my sorry heart
My sorry heart my sorry heart
I spit and scream
“what’s done is done
Go make your peace with everyone”
They don’t need to know
about my brother’s blood.
They don't need to know
about my brother's blood.
