Here come old tree-top, he come
crunchin' up slowly, he know
all the bird calls, he one
Tathlam bowler, he got
leaves down to his knees
Got to be a giant he just do what he please
He wear no armor, he play
Tathlam football, he got
twiggy fingers, worship
fire ent-god, he say
"I know you. You know me.
One thing I can tell is I got to be a tree.
Shrubs and heather
are all
over me."
He Wyrd's production, he got
earth-man priesters, he go
crazy psycho, cliff walls
smack and shatter, he got
Roots down below his knees
Holds you in his branches and you get stung be bees.
"Shrubs and heather
are all
over me."
Right!
[rock solo]
His idol roasters, give him
early warning, he drink
muddy water, then go
kill Soulblighter, he say
"One and one and one is three.
Got to be another Trow who I cannot see."
Shrubs and heather
are all
over me."
Oh!
[solo, fade]
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