Kool Legged lyrics

The river where your legs meet

sprouts wings and runs and crawls

and kicks and now speaks.

The feelings I get now are close but I doubt

they could ever compete.

I remember drinking Kool-Aid

it's odour and it's taste

and drinking 7-Up to get well.

A picture of Jesus as an Indian over my bed,

and playing with parts of my self.

And now you're so forgiving.