Lyrics

Patchwork Quilt
B. Gibson

I gotta hole in my soul and I’m lookin’ for a needle and thread
I’ve got some biscuits in the oven
But I’m cravin’ more than pieces of bread
Dig some gi-tar jammin’ with my old buddy Sergeant Shred

I’m walkin’ down by the river where it’s muddy and flowin’ slow
I catch my reflection and I see a person I don’t know
I do believe somebody set the limbo pole a bit too low

Talkin’ fools on the TV tell me how it’s goin’ down
But the truth’s been twisted, filtered by a corporate clown
Who’s the next in line to wear the undisputed jester’s crown?

Got a two trick pony, gonna teach him how to dance and sing
He wears a red beret and always knows how to bring the bling
He’s got a calico blanket and a dime store monkey ring

I’m just a patchwork quilt that’s gonna need some TLC
I’m a spaghetti western junkie and a Morricone devotee
I play a dangerous game when I’m decked out in my fillagree
Yeah, it’s a dangerous game when I’m decked out in my fillagree