Chris Garneau Dirty Night Clowns
Pick me up and hose me down
I'm sorry boys about the dirty night clowns
The Earth does bright, the things that we make
Like a model planes and gooey cakes
I can't clear the leaves from here
They're too far under the brush this year
I can't clear the leaves from here
They're too far under the brush this year
Let them be buried, buried alive
In their suits, in their ties
Trees to shade the moons(?) that they made
In their suits, in their ties
Let them be buried, buried alive
In their suits, in their ties
You're safe here, now you're in the clear
Now we'll eat soup and apple pies
I can't clear the leaves from here
They're too far under the brush this year
I can't clear the leaves from here
They're too far under the brush this year
I will never be dirt-free
Hold me, hold me
Like a baby
(La da da da da da da dum
da da da da dum)
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I can't clear the leaves from here
They're too far under the brush this year
