SPRING STARTS WHEN A
HEARTBEAT'S POUNDIN'
WHEN THE BIRDS
CAN BE HEARD ABOVE
THE RECKONIN' CARTS
DOIN' SOME
FINAL ACCOUNTIN'
LAVA FLOWIN'
IN SUPERFARMER'S
DIRECTION
HE'S BEEN GETTIN'
REPRIEVE
FROM THE HEAT
IN THE FROZEN FOOD
SECTION YEAH
DON'T TELL ME
WHAT THE POETS
ARE DOIN'
DON'T TELL ME
THAT THEY'RE
TALKIN' TOUGH
DON'T TELL ME
THAT THEY'RE
ANTISOCIAL
SOMEHOW NOT
ANTISOCIAL ENOUGH
THAT'S RIGHT
AND PORN SPEAKS TO ITS
SPLINTERED LEGIONS
TO THE PINK AMID
THE WITHERED
CORNSTALKS IN THEM
WINTER REGIONS YEAH
WHILE AIMING AT THE
ARCHETYPAL FATHER
HE SAYS WITH SUCH
BROAD AND
TENTATIVE SWIPES
WHY DO YOU
EVEN BOTHER YEAH
DON'T TELL ME
WHAT THE POETS
ARE DOIN'
THOSE HIMALAYAS
OF THE MIND
DON'T TELL ME
WHAT THE POETS
BEEN DOIN'
IN THE LONG GRASSES
OVER TIME
DON'T TELL ME
WHAT THE POETS
ARE DOIN'
ON THE STREET
AND THE EPITOME
OF VAGUE
DON'T TELL ME
HOW THE UNIVERSE
IS ALTERED
WHEN YOU FIND OUT
HOW HE GETS PAID
ALRIGHT
IF THERE'S
NOTHING MORE
THAT YOU NEED NOW
LAWN CUT BY
BARE-BREASTED
WOMEN
BEACH BLEACHED
TOWELS WITHIN REACH
FOR THE WOMEN
GOTTA MAKE IT
THAT'LL MAKE IT
BY SWIMMIN'