Flutter to your knees
The gardener's coming to collect
We’ll make a man out of you yet
Never hurt no one
A little global warming
Turn back the clocks and step back
The gardener's coming to collect
The gardener's coming to collect
Oh, the possibilities
And spring might come around
We will take it out in blood
The insides are all useless
A crown of thorns around your head
If we can't make you open
But I still see the sun
And watch the garden grow
My little misbegotten
The gardener's coming to collect
At last my little flower
You’ve always been a failure
Thank you for the warning
You won't know what will hit you next
Always a little willow, willow weeping
You wanted love, that’s what you get
I will take the belt from off the hook
But now you're bearing strange new fruit
Just close your eyes and count to ten
But the rest is fertile so
We'll make a man out of you yet
Get off your knees and have a look
We will plant brambles in your bed
Is getting put to use
You're quite a stubborn bud
We’ll make a man out of you yet
This is as good as it will get
The gardener's coming to collect
This is as good as it will get
The untiled things before me
