Food Will Win The War
Food Will Win The War - Cactus lyrics
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Four years I wanna go Out with you It's so cold Gowanus Canal In concrete boots You've been warned This is what you get When you mess with us You fucked up Spout shit Violate our trust Bad news Just heard Worn out used up two-thirds One flock The rest are just Dying birds The cactus tree The cactus me It pricks my hand and wants to bleed A short trip To the water front Some blown glass Some carved wood Gonna have some fun A small shop Petit café And a drink with you A quick game Afternoon delight And a smoke with you Bad news Just heard Worn out used up two-thirds One flock The rest are just Dying birds The cactus tree The cactus me It pricks my hand and wants to bleed The cactus tree