Please let me taste the clean dirt in my lungs
In the bloody elevator going to the bright theater now
Rising for their first cup of tea of the day
I must get back to the woods
And air into wind?
I must get back to the woods dear girls
Come on boys
When does sky turn into space
Let me rest my fevered cheek
The only things I really need
In the bloody elevator
Is water, a gun, and rabbits
Upon your warm sweet bellies