Bruised Orange (Chain of Sorrow)

My heart's in the ice house come hill or come valley
 Like a long ago sunday when I walked through the alley
 On a cold winter's morning to a church house
 Just to shovel some snow
 I heard sirens on the train track howl naked gettin' nuder
 An altar boy's been hit by a local commuter
 Just from walking with his back turned
 To the train that was coming so slow
 You can gaze out the window, get mad and get madder
 Throw your hands in the air, say "what does it matter?"
 But it don't do no good to get angry
 So help me I know
 For a heart strained in ange,r grows weak and grows bitter
 You become your own prisoner, as you watch yourself sit there
 Wrapped up in a trap of your very own
 Chain of sorrow
 I been brought down to zero, pulled out and put back there
 I sat on a park bench, kissed the girl with the black hair
 And my head shouted down to my heart
 "You better look out below!"
 Hey, it ain't such a long drop don't stammer don't stutter
 From the diamonds in the sidewalk to the dirt in the gutter
 And you carry those bruises to remind you wherever you go
 You can gaze out the window get mad and get madder
 Throw your hands in the air, say "what does it matter?"
 But it don't do no good to get angry
 So help me I know
 For a heart strained in anger, grows weak and grows bitter
 You become your own prisoner, as you watch yourself sit there
 Wrapped up in a trap of your very own
 Chain of sorrow
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 My heart's in the ice house come hill or come valley
 Like a long ago sunday when I walked through the alley
 On a cold winter's morning to a church house
 Just to shovel some snow