You've got me all tied up to the whipping tree But, oh, my friend, I'm just glad to be in love again My dear, it's queer, I know low and I know fear If
Your mama is crazy And your daddy's evasive And they probably won't leave you alone Between the neighborhood screaming And the laundry and the t.v. You
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There was a maple tree in our front yard When I was growin up, I'd climb up to the top And watch my brother trading baseball cards My Daddy pulling weeds
O say goodbye to the little girl tree O you know that I must say goodbye To the little girl tree This wall I built around you Is made out of stone-lies
Don't bite the hand that feeds you Rather saw it off at the shoulder and bury the blade Incinerate the torsos and start a fresh page in the journal
Moments of perfection Idle in the sunshine Overbearing hunter In another world I'm not your kind I'm not your girl Dreams we had seen bright And pastel
It's a blue, bright blue Saturday, hey, hey And the pain has starting to slip away, hey, hey I'm in a backless dress on a pastel ward that's shining Think
Only clowns would play with those balloons What do ya wanna look like Barbie for? Dear, oh Lord, it's easy Roasting, roasting, roasting Deed, mahagony
If you know me good See it now, the blade is deep You could loathe the lie Seen in all that now You went south on the train She wore plastic boots for
What is her name That caravan girl What is her name? You were like the sun A hazy day What is her name? We're just talking Like there's something Like
She's like a little bird She flies from A to B To see what she can see She's far away from me We danced on the moon We danced by the sea The land of
I never thought I would return To be consumed by you again Think you're cured, you'd see it come The folly of a monster love like you Grey is good, the
Some people kill for less Some people find it hard to get dressed Some people well, ask how old I am Some people live in a life Some people need more
Walking down the Mercer St Been a long, hot summer Rain like daggers coming Down on me Get a feeling, it's too late But alone, together, could Be we
There's a tree in the city, it ain't lookin' pretty Blessed with stress, smog clogging feelin' shitty There's a river on the highway, things ain't goin
Roots Don't forget your roots Don't forget your roots Don't forget your roots I was thinking about the good old times And all the people who helped
*Afro man* Alright, here i go (clears throat) Chronic Tree, O Chronic Tree, Wit' yo leaves so, sticky green. Chronic Tree, O Chronic Tree, So hard to