mother nature's takin off her dress
in front of city hall
her lips are drippin wishlists on the lawn
no one can control themselves
they're coming down to city hall
heleluja haleluja haleluja haleluja
her lips are blowin kisses
to the stiffs inside of city hall
mistrusted guts and rusted nuts
begin to turn and burn
she parts her lips and starts to kiss
the dark spirit of city hall
the old work is done
she comes like the sun.
credits
from salad not sod,
released July 11, 2011
music and lyrics - cam twyford
all instruments, tape recording - cam.