Lambchop - Sharing a Gibson with Martin Luther King Jr. lyrics

All the leaves have turned to leather I have lost faith in the spring Withered like a dark balloon Oh, I hear no robin sing Ushered with the shower still Oh, the rain falls off the leaves And a rim of shady light It forms these patterns on my hands I can see your ring Is it camouflaged or etched Tell the king To me this errand sent To call such a hole In the kingdom of the Lord That we are afraid Where there is no fear Oh, he fell into a slumber And did not wake until the dawn To see a band of orange clouds Cross the middle of the sky Oh, he got into a fluster He felt a tightening in his leg With such finesse he waived a hornet From a wine gla** And tiny fluffs of the feathered life And you wander forth with your insolence and wine To your fruitless mourn to them that cannot hear And what the f** am I doing here? In the ghettos of Chicago Amid the poverty and despair Inside the game hens Were the giblets in a plastic bag A co*ktail which consisted Of his gin and her vermouth Garnished together with the pearl onions Dying eyes gleamed forth their ashy light Tiny fluffs of the feathered life And you wander forth with your insolence and wine To your fruitless mourn to them that cannot hear