It's a disease,... and they're all green
It emminates from their being
A satiation with occupation
And like weeds,.. with big leaves
Stealing light from what's beneath
Where they have more,...
Still they take more
Course I know,.. then I don't
There's a stoway with my throat
I don't believe him
We can scream,.. out our doors
Behind the wall a fat man snores
In his dreams he's,...
Choking on leaves
Well I guess
There's nothing wrong with what you say
Just asking you to sway
Can you feel this,..
World with your heart and not your brain?