Vincent and theo

Vincent and Theo,
Souped up my Geo,
Now it`s burning oils,
All the Cobalt blue,
Blew the gaskets.
I traded an arm for a Bedroom in Arles,
At least I still got my ears,
But now I can`t sit still,
For the Absinthe.

And you always swore that I`d be the one to make it,
Then how come I could never get you to pose, for me naked?

I haven`t gone too far,
There`s a room,
There`s quiet,
And the doctors, tell me it`s good for my health.
I haven`t gone too far,
There`s paint,
There are flowers,
And the doctors, promise me I can get well,
I`ve got the fields, and the clouds,
And my Geo.

I`m goin` away,
I`m fadin` away,
I`m fadin` away, away.

Vincent and Theo,
Souped up my Geo,
Now it`s burnin` oils,
Now I don`t know which way,
To go.
I got drunk on beer,
And then went to see her,
Now I hang my head,
Now I`m sanding notches,
Off the bedpost.

And you always swore . . .