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 hidin it kicks my humble heart around it s got me fiendin 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 lookin for communion a hidin spot off underground an open plot i could climb into a lightening 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 brother s blood it s my brother s blood in my dirty lungs in my crooked mouth on my swollen tongue on my father s gun on each stranger s face across the bluebird sky on every hand i shake night after night and each chuckled prayer such sweet relief my fists full of hair and each desperate drive for elusive peace and every endless night and each wasted week all that dialogue doublin back on me all that tangled talk all my growling need it s my brother s back it s my father s arms it s every twisted fact in my sorry heart my sorry heart my sorry heart oh oh  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 no uh oh they don t need to know about my brother s blood1