King of Carrot Flowers, Pt. 1
Jeff Mangum
When you were young
You were the king of carrot flowers
And how you built a tower
Tumbling through the trees
In holy rattlesnakes that fell
All around your feet
And your mom would stick a
Fork right into daddy's shoulder
And dad would throw the garbage
All across the floor
As we would lay and learn what
Each other's bodies were for
This is the room, one afternoon
I knew I could love you
And from above you, how I sank into your soul
Into that secret place where no
One dares to go
Your mom would drink until she
Was no longer speaking
And dad would dream of all
The differеnt ways to die
Each one a little morе than
He could dare to try
