Vic Chesnutt - Myrtle lyrics

A funny pilgrim on a crazy crusade

A saucy chaucer, a sorry chapter mislaid

Whittled with an exacto knife

Plum right through my load bearing wall

I'm horrified now that I could do such a thing

But I thought I saw the singer

I've heard those chimes so many other times

But if I gave in, it had to of been

I whupped it out, and destroyed my selfish cocoon

Since I gave in, it had to of been

Since I gave in, I hope it had to been

I'm not an optimist, I'm not a realist

I might be a subrealist, but I can't substantiate

It was bigger than me and I felt like a sick child

Dragged by a donkey, through the myrtle