Coughing up a King

Hey now, hallelujah headache Holy little hurricane I’ve been baptized in a birdbath By a lunatic made of rain There were orchids in the engine There were angels in the glue There were tiny men in tuxedos Building churches in my shoe I sneezed out a century Coughed up a king And sold my fingerprints For a tambourine Hey now, hallelujah headache Holy little hurricane I’ve been baptized in a birdbath By a lunatic made of rain O my multiplying mother O my counterfeit skin Every time I leave myself Something stranger wanders in