Dead Man's Garden

You wouldn’t dance with tangled feet and you wouldn’t want to leave that donkey lonely

You wouldn’t steal candy from a baby, you wouldn’t pull the hook out from its loop

One two three four five, predictable as orange into umber

I don’t really like that many numbers anyway

And when it blooms and when it blooms how should I feel?

And when the flowers spring I won’t know how to deal with it

You wouldn’t make an enemy of Jesus, you wouldn’t make a left when the sign says right

You wouldn’t somersault too high, you wouldn’t pick the blister down to the white

Yeah when the bone shows stitch the skin, never go out baby just stay in

Their only pictures on a wall kid, so don’t let the ghoulies in

And when it blooms and when it blooms how should I feel?

And when the flowers spring I won’t know how to deal with it

And when it blooms and when it blooms how should I feel?

And when the flowers spring I won’t know how to deal with it