Banjo (add some bpm and a drum machine and we've got ourselves a motherfucking hoedown, but for now, slow it up)

One tick for every tack of a rain drop on my back.

Let's do it nice and well with a bell on every tail.

No one likes a ring a roses hanging round their neck

when the rest of the band has gone and sold in Eiffel tech.

I hope you liked the banners
'cause they're goin' all away.
To their foot lockers,
shopping bags,
and boxes full of nuts.

Some people like to ask and shout for
"who's got the guts,"
truth is,
you mu tha fukka,
already know whose won.

I learned on Miami FM
hate can be fun but the real deal
is running 100 minutes out to work
and having a homeless gent
drop a log on your shoes with a smirk.

I don't like cities and
ya know I don't take to jerks.
Every house should have a back door
to walk out when the grass is high
and the sun is low.

If you want to, you can swim
between the daisies and 'lions
with your body in tow.

A little bit of barge
with a little bit of speed.
Giving the rest of your body
whatever it needs.

As long as the console is right
so will go the rest 'the machine.

The only split bag of grapes that will make the day better

is the sun deciding to hide its face and crack open the weather.

I never complain too hard because the days get a little long.

Every body will learn to change and, hell, never bet on "never."