Lyrics:
Magazine The Garden

I'm in a web I tasted blood in the garden I'm in a maze, I'm in a maze So they hung science in my heart I'm in a web "your phoney ghosts went by&

could just come in, I swear I'll leave Won't take nothing but a memory From the house that built me Mama cut out pictures of houses for years From "Better Homes and Garden" magazine

heads will fall Alright, right We'll stay together 'til the kids die just to keep it clean Buy the weapons with the sales made from garden magazines

All police leave has been cancelled We always imagine we're being followed I saw an advert for ice cream Seems it was eaten in the garden of eden I bought

used to buy a lot of things But you know I'll just sit and watch my garden grow And when the summer time comes I'll just eat from my garden and live

on them grits you ni**as aint ballin you ni**as cant guard me 2 ni**as cant guard me you lookin at from tha side like spike in a garden I got the

the garden with the flowers And she was crying But she needs help And I've told her to come to the top floor Where I reside and sit amongst the magazines

she swore she'd pull my best years out of me fat painted lips on a life wire beaut a tangerine girl with tambourine eyes her face was my favorite magazine

how the city folk and mole people connect Somebody warp the message right, I'll pass it to the next Now the perforated county's making you upset Magazine