To the caldarium we retreat from these days of rape Wielding bounty of the harvest that starves this world of the essence that makes it worth living
to class Bueller Trade the Grammy plaques just to have my granny back Remember she had that bad hip like a fanny pack Chasing the stardom will turn you into
Free as we'll ever be Just as free Free as we'll ever be Drive until the city lights Dissolve into a country sky just Me and you Lay underneath the harvest
do I try when I feel I'm gonna die without a tear left in my eye? I work the hardest see the least it's like cultivating the harvest not seeing the feast
even go to class Bueller Trade the Grammy plaques just to have my granny back Remember she had that bad hip like a fanny pack Chasing that stardom would turn you into
As I walk through the valley where I harvest my grain I take a look at my wife and realize she's very plain But that's just perfect for an Amish like
dance Into one more taste of freedom One more longing backward glance In the sway of somber music I shall never, never understand Let me slip into the
this whole world to me is garbage Tryin' to reap my harvest I'm starvin' less than a life of ballin' Yet still tryin' to find my callin' And make a change, look into
even go to class Bueller Trade the Grammy plaques just to have my granny back Remember she had that bad hip like a fanny pack Chasin' that stardom would turn you into
In the early darkness Billy rose up Went into the kitchen for a drink of water Kissed his sleeping wife Headed into the channel And cast his nets into
all the work He came and culled the harvest Bred the fruits for his purpose Unaware folk of the stars Forced into wounds and dreadful scars To raid the
erases, from the slaveships My princess, I used to spot her from a distance Holdin my infant, burnin incense The moment intent, for her to step into
ready to rock Left to right, all night My game's tight, I wish you might Take a bite Out of this here toxic, melodic, neurotic product Fresh from the harvest
Bleeding on your highway baby Harvest is a' coming in the season of Dying I trace the skull in your face and remember I kissed a girl with 13 fingers
Well I get up and the sun goes around So rundown but I head into town Taking a chance and I started to dance What I need is a new romance Step back chicken
she falls The birds have gone and she has known For she follows the arc of their flight And the softness has gone from the daylight And the shadows have grown into
I'm motionless, love stands still apart from all the rest And you're the only one who hears my voice Apologies were spoken underneath the harvest trees
market an i aint sayin that i'm from the worst hardships, but my life aint no walk in the park, its been a shark pit, dark with no harvest, drivin
