Apple-man
I am the Apple
But you are the tree.
I am the king
But you are the country
I am the God
But you're the religion.
Oh apple-man, it's who I've always been.
Come stop by and take a piece of me.
I live in a tree; I stare at the sea,
A perfect little seed.
I am the wicked
And you are the good.
I am the foul
And you are the free
I am death
I am death
I am death
Give in to me.
The apple-man is a sham
A no good, bad luck, cheap scam.
There is no apple; there is no tree.
There's only me. I stare at the sea
Give in to me...