歌詞:
Lawn

But they ain't got what we got No sir'ree They've got private lawns and public parks They've got private lawns and public parks They've got private lawns

in a ranch house on a hill She could see the valley barbecues From her window sill See the blue pools in the squinting sun Hear the hissing of summer lawns

The flowing mane of pain swells on Trelawny Lawn Stark handsome eyes decide the unicorn Is a beast of borrowed wisdom Like a thrush in the yielding

The squirming coil of sunset, I keep within my reach Tried yesterday to get away and hitchhiked to the beach I saw Satan on the beach trying to catch

In the mornin' I pack up my gear And toss it in my carryall Run the wide load to lip an' Watch the big core crack an' glow In the evening I undo my belt

Brett is in the bathtub Makin' soup for the ambassadors And I am in the hallway Singing to the Troubadours The kings are all lined up Outside the gate

how the phobias appropriately procreate Woke up with a ghost farm focused on his groceries When they aren?t telling stories they are multiplying grossly On the lawn

the shepherd his sweet scented lawn; But I, more blest than they, spend each happy night and day With my charmin' little cruiskeen lawn, lawn, lawn Oh

With a casket lined in fleece And fireworks spelling out 'Rest In Peace' Oh, take me when I'm gone to Forest Lawn Oh, lay me down in Forest Lawn They