I know, I know You're so tired to hear about what I do About what I smoke What I drink What I cook for my husband All the travels I do All the shit I
Where the farmers used to live Earth was flying through the sky It had nothing left to give Tractors were burning On the Whitehouse lawn Just woke up one morning And the farmers
I eat beans and rice, shit up a storm I walk the streets with shark fin off my arms Doctor Dolittle, lit off the bone My bracelet like I raised it off the farm
a glimpse, let me come in be there inside her Here it begins, here is the sin something to lie about You think you're smart, I think you're art, we
horn and celebrate like Kunta was born We elbowed our way inside loud and got on I played the buildin', burn a branch and get filled in Like pilgrims G-in' pep ridge farms
underhanded You say the shit that I say for so long I can't stand it The God bandit, erupt like volcano Shittin' lava, right on they armor, you blood [unverified] farmer
centuries ago, Not long after the Bible began Jacob lived in the land of Canaan, A fine example of a family man. Jacob, Jacob and sons, Depended on farming
his Picasso, "I'm a millionaire" This wasn't actually true Ed's Picasso was an obvious forgery His three Rothkos had just been singled out In an article in 'Art
sense to me I do the rock I do the rock, rock John and Yoko farming beef Raising protein quota Sometimes they make love and art Inside their dakota
bloody make-up and scarf I caught your breath You are the flower sewn into the bar But what we're trying hard to make is a stem It's self sale art Take
Southern Californian But I've got some kinfolk on the Mason-Dixon line So this summer just for fun, hopped in my DeLorean And headed for my uncle's farm
and ham! Performing alien brain scans and spiritual exams While the mother ship lands on holy land My mental expands with plans to span through the galaxy I land in farmers
sent to the farm I don't need to deceive you 'Cause I feel no pain Maybe I should let you Come on and eat my brain There's an art to perception So
found a hole in your theory and named it Sean & when the leave fall then land looks more human its got me questioning the essence of my farm boy blues
cutters of the pie throw your summers in the sky, no love lost baby the future is so bright... nothing says charm like an armored car taking the clone-farm
alive Yeah (You look like you?ve seen a ghost) Most copious Rain, soak the opiates Notice how the phobias appropriately procreate Woke up with a ghost farm
a bag of lonely poem remnants Short of breath like you're short of fresh You're a portable mess Carpetbagger spearheading tear peddeling pretentious art
magically mastered the great absorbing of spirit falling But I'm sick, I've plowed these fields a thousand times over Sold botanicle research studies to farmers with whole quarters And when science proposes to art