Russian Futurists Pine Prisonyard
It shields us from the elementsIn a merciless Ice storm
We'll stockpile all our body heat
And at night it keeps us warm
And I brought you a Christmas orange
And you danced like sugar plums
In the frozen arctic tundra
Underneath the frosty sun
Your heart's a pine prisonyard,
Lost in a silver snow globe,
A lonely cabin in the north pole
Surrounded by white crows
And there's no need to try to and escape
There's no place to go
We should build an igloo for two,
And live like the Eskimos
Glaciers roll on top of us
And destroy our frozen home,
Next time we'll build a better one
Like a geodesic dome
And I hibernate in icy caves
And in the spring I'm dead;
I died in that frozen grave
And here's what my stone read
