I don't care that flowers grow for you,  And me, and me  You don't know what love is till you see,  Her standing there  A web of skin and nails and hair  A web of skin and nails and hair  And bones and bones,  And thorns  Rushing in, out her hair  You think you are alive, but you are dead  You keep, on driving in your car asleep  I'm driving in your car  I dont know why flowers grow in winter time  The sky turns gray the sun don't shine  And people rush to be on time  For warmth they wrap them selves in woolen cloaks  And hats and scarves  Like larva in their incubators  And drive and drive  [noises]  And drive and drive and drive  Until they get away