with your head in a noose and    a great butter knife   found you some breakfast    or adventure and i've smelled trouble   but how should we get some sleep   when the last of the notes dries dead   the left skies poems about poisoness berries a i've built a home out of the fire of nature burning up your sheet   you know I only sting so    that I feel alive   under perfection a number of times   driftwood on reverb it sounds more like paradise to me   well the stones will stop talking bad weather's aside   hunters and robbers will drip    bloody for a time    Cornstalk told me better run while the earth holds this heat      we'll come out in the night   everybody you know   will be laughing and singing   and there won't be no fighting   we'll come in out in the night   while all the lasers are firing   and our babies are gurgling   and our elders are wobbling      we're not going underground   we're not going underground   i'm not going underground   we're not going underground   are we going underground   i'm not going underground now      cobwebs    they took my home   i'm in disoriented glee   cobwebs    they blocked the path that was connecting you and me   cobwebs    its a sticky case the more i move the less im free   cobwebs    they took my home   i'm in disoriented glee   they blocked the path that was connecting you and me   its a sticky case the more i move the less im free      ever since I was a boy I found new   ways to view my porridge   sometimes electric    organic like strawberry meat