I used to be married

Now I drag around the ring on a sling

In a barrel of salt

She gave me her 20's

Gave her a painting by my mother

Of a couple of marigolds

I've barely been in my body since Obama

Is it karma, this whole drama?

Now my home ain't my home

There's nowhere I can be

And nobody I can trust

So I'm just riding

On this bus 'til I'm gone

She dyed my clothes with marigold

When they got old and pitiful

The pigment is so beautiful

But the stains are still visible

This is not a parable

This is real, it's painful

Me and my demands were a handful

Mostly shе lived up to her name though

Last stop

Man, you gotta gеt off

I gotta take it on back to the depot

Last stop

Come on, pal, you gotta get off

That Starbucks right there's open, mi amigo

She dyed this coat with marigold

But the stain is still visible

This mess is not repairable

And the aftertaste is terrible

Last stop

Come on, man, you gotta get off

I gotta get it back to the depot

Last stop

You bro, Time to get off

What, you ain't got no people?

I used to be married

Now I carry 'round the ring on a sling

In a barrel of salt