Dirt

(It's my duty to inform you
That Honey Bunches of Oats
Is the greatest cereal ever created by man
Mankind

Smart Start is a similar cereal
Not as many clusters
Gotta have the clusters)

Into dust we go dirt, gum, hair, and snow
Into dust we go hair, gum, dirt, and snow

Quixote comma Don dine by the squatters dogs
Caught by the shaman's O well in
Bombin' the common grog over flood a levy
Hope it soaks the berry roots
Reanimate the council of the topiary wolves
Move 'em out, raw hides
Stood his ground like a two
Headed hound with God's eyes
The botany's alive and rotten me
I'm Aesop, I lift the fertilizer bombs
Like water into the yawning of
The skillful ivy arms
The chubbiest canary in the mind's overdoses
When the Canis lupus halitosis
Smells like guns and roses
Honestly the bark and bite are equally shit
Heed to recede to be eager to tip
Or be meet with a spit
Are you the singing bush? (Yep)
Spring the quid and minor keys
Ain't nothin a mechanic on the linus
To the virus reigns tiger
Look, bring your bangers to brawl
And bring your bangers and mash home for all
It's raw

Into dust we go (still chewing gum)
Hair, gum, dirt, and snow into dust we go
Hair, Gum, dirt, and snow

Let's go coyote comma Wile E
Fighters never stand still
Chase birds, dodge pianos and falling anvils
Jaws snorting now and laters, apple, cherry
Grape with green grass roots to
Float the topiary apes any weather
The Macy's November with few tethers
We spotlight to the city like
A Bambi eye collector
Power Pill Fist, Donkey Kong, chess
Check the gesture
Pine-cone avalanche hit the decker
Twenty wolves up, one down, what a town
Squirrels in the chimney too
Stubborn for puffin out i'm on a record
(Yep) can't say I blame the little bastards
Cause tonight's I'm gonna allow pass to
The practice for the pacifist
Four children pad gather bloody flowers
To sprinkle on the human
Analog cadavers after
With no gorilla sign language break
Through for the moment
Just a pitfall harry for the clothes
That no one owes you, bitch

Into dust we go dirt, gum, hair, and snow
Into dust we go (the fuck am I on?)
Hair, gum, dirt, and snow

Kenobi comma Ben mingled the common men
He had the fangs of Gengis Kahn
He had the heart of Gunga Din
Tobacco in the bleachers
Bright confetti everywhere (Weeee)
To celebrate the influx of the topiary bears
And when they infiltrate the picnics with
They limbs inside the honeycombs
They grub up to the oyster club
For shadows of your sunny home
Nobody knows your troubles
Your woes are holy rolling
Cause jungles won't discriminate when
Grossly ever growing
Every blow and every trolling butter bowing
Every soldier, every lawnmower
Motorboats with bends insider their starter
We stock up on the 99 octane and DDT
Like Seymour's little shop in a
Moment of me, me, me
God damn, garden clubs are parkered up
To share spare parts
It sucks for John Deere's and armored trucks
Pardon us, what you put
(push?) the panic buttons for
This is not your parent's bio-organic war!
No no, no, no