Pick me up
Hose me down
I'm sorry boys, about the Dirty Night clowns
Earth does break the things that we make
Like model planes, and cuppy cakes

I can't clear
The leaves from here
They're too far under the brush this year

I can't clear
The leaves, from here
They're too far under the brush this year

Let them be buried, buried alive
In their suits
In their ties

Trees to shade the moves that they make
In their suits
In their ties

Let them be buried, buried alive
In their suits
In their ties

You're safe here, now you're in the clear
Now we'll eat soup, and apple pies

I can't clear
The leaves from here
They're too far under the brush this year

I can't clear
The leaves from here
They're too far under the brush this year

I, will never be
Dirt free

Up the stairs come find me
Come sneak up behind me
I'll be sleeping soundly
Like a baby

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I can't clear
The leave from here
They're too far under the brush this year