Tangerine

Tangerine, Tangerine
I climb your height, my fingers bleed
"Seal a spell to heal my hell"
You hear the people plead

Tangerine, Tangerine
High you hang on gibbet string
"Can we make a holiday"
You hear the people scream

"Eat the Queen!"
"Eat the Queen!"
"Eat the Queen!"

Tangerine, it's said you please
With pirate eyes that circle seas
Far away you pollinate

And everyone believes
Tangerine, it's sadly said
The brambles be your bloody bed
When you fall you somersault
Like all the hungry heads
Bless the Dead!
Bless the Dead!
Bless the Dead!

I read about it in the paper and I throw it away
No one told me not to worry, I'll get over it someday



Credits
Writer(s): Mike Dorsey
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