Yard Lyrics by Nick Cave and The Ba
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In our yard
How many chickens can we count
on our fingers and toes
on their toes
sitting on fathers hole
siting on his chest
crushing rocks of dirt
the earth is soft in our
yard yard
stones in my shoes
and feet
dragging them through museums
where
under glass
refridgerate
freeze
hands and feet
and knobbly knees
yard yard
In our yard   How many chickens can we count   on our fingers and toes   on their toes   sitting on fathers hole   siting on his chest   crushing rocks of dirt   the earth is soft in our   yard yard   stones in my shoes   and feet   dragging them through museums   where   under glass   refridgerate   freeze   hands and feet   and knobbly knees   yard yard