Bleeding shades of indigo,
Green and blues alike,
there's no rhyme or reason,
for weeping Leaves of indigo.

Dear kangaroo you must have been out your head,
eyeballs deep in muddy waters,
you hung the innocent.

Liar,
Show you,
fucking hypocrite.

Who are you to wave your finger,
Your damn fatty finger,
at me all this time?

stolen,
borrowed,
protect your shady guess.

Oh, please, Boy,
You'll never show,
nothin' but disappointment.

But now kangaroo done stoned himself,
guilty as the government.