Take this rotten old tree and make it bear fruit
I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
A veritable no man's land, rain, the flophouse, cog bone terrors
And wives thereof, to be grossly humane and frankly, quite undirty
Boys ask "Is it livable?"
Imagine if you will Herr Proctor, alias a nobleman
Cheers erupted throughout the things settlement
An Italian male was heard to say
Herr Proctor, in his enviable good taste tries quick escape gambit
I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
Rents low-down scab house in conduit
Was stationed in a conduit between two cells
In an attempt to maintain social privileges
I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
Herr Proctor offers said land for a song, but no one wants to sing
I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
Certain plots of land and living
Between here and there is better than anything over there
Parcel in generous divorced sense forklift beam
I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
Via local periodicals, but no takers the land and he
And carbon monoxide wallpaper all his brig deck Trina
Quarters deemed by all gentlemen
I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
Son of son of Scion and Scion, part of his rich inheritance
I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
Unable to bear the scandal, Ray, philanthropist
Yet mask it as goodwill, he says to the conduit members
I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin'
