Cherry Picking

yeah I'm thinking I could die alone I do it almost every day I thought i'd ask and held it back yeah prominent in servant class prominent and keep it hushed second times the cherry pickin third time and I made you blush fourth time and the walls were watching fifth one and the world was clean sixes was our only home seven always seemed so mean eight and eight and ate my fill nine rings cold one finger left tens in tented balkan mountains balking low I face that death yeah heres a toast to happy healthy hungry men with straight white coats the glass is empty goes the joke crush me down for natures toke shes rolling up as we speak