Faithless Bacchant Song
John Darnielle
[Verse]
Somewhere in the damn forest
Where the fat vines look like my brother's arms
Thick and ripe
I'm trying to get out for days and these green vines
Keep getting in my way
I came up to a clearing
Where the crosswinds cooled my face
I would've sat down there in the middle
I would've rested just a little
But for the fire-bellied toads
See the ground was wet and they were everywhere
Fire-bellied toad number five
From what may or may not have been unlimited series
Opened up his little mouth
As though to speak
And then he spoke
And then he spoke to me, and he said:
"You can't holler down a rain barrel
You can't climb around a tree
I don't want to play in your yard
If you won't be good to me."
[Outro]
Honey it was downright creepy
