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