From ripe, to green
Too real, too late
Should I lie down, or stand up
Or walk around again ?
My eyes finally right opened out
My eyes finally right opened shut
To find my fount of sound
that Ears the touch of my tears
Smell the taste of all we waste
Could feed the others
but We smother each other with the nettle
and Pucker the sour sugar sweet weather
it Blows through our trees, swims through our sees
Flies to the last gasp we left
on this earth, ohohoh o-o-oh