With your head in a noose and a grape on a knife Found you some breakfast or adventuring eye You smell trouble, well, how should we get some sleep?
When the last of the notes dries dead below skies Poems about poisonous berries and vines I’ve built a home out of the fire of nature burning up your sheet
You know, I wore mistakes so I’d feel alive Unearthed perfection a number of times Driftwood unrefurbished sounds more like paradise to me
Oh, the stones’ll start talking, bad weathers a sign Hunters and robbers that drip blood in fall time The cornstalk told me, “Better run while the earth holds this heat”
We’ll come out in the night Everybody we know We’ll be laughing and singing And there won’t be no fighting
We’ll come out in the night While the lasers are firing And our babies are gurgling And our elders are wobbling
We’re not going underground Are you going underground? I’m not going underground
But the negative pressure is pushing me down Are you going underground? I’m not going underground
But we say get to it, just to make the sound Are you going underground? I’m not going underground
We’re not going underground Are you going underground? I’m not going underground now
Cobwebs! Cobwebs! They took my home, I’m in disoriented glee Cobwebs! Cobwebs! They blocked the path that was connecting you and me Cobwebs! Cobwebs! It’s a sticky case the more I move the less I’m free
Ever since I was a boy I found new ways to view my porridge Sometimes electric, organic like strawberry meat