[Verse 1]
You wanna make Van Goghs, raise 'em up like sheep
Make 'em out of Eskimos and women if you please
Make 'em nice and normal, make 'em nice and neat
You see him with his shotgun there, bloodied in the wheat?

[Chorus 1]
Oh, what do you know
About living in turbulent indigo?

[Verse 2]
Brash fields, crude crows in a scary sky
In a golden frame, roped-off, tourists guided by
Tourists talking about the madhouse, talking about the ear
The madman hangs in fancy homes they wouldn't let him near

[Chorus 2]
He'd piss in their fireplace
He'd drag them through turbulent indigo

[Verse 3]
I'm a burning hearth, he said, people see the smoke
But no one wants to warm themselves, sloughing off a coat
And all my little landscapes, all my yellow afternoons
Stack up around this vacancy like dirty cups and spoons
[Chorus 3]
No mercy, sweet Jesus
No mercy from turbulent indigo