The Lowest Of The Low - That Song About Trees And Kites lyrics

I don't have any money But I know that I'm not broke 'Cause when me and my friends do too much acid We laugh so loud we think we'll probably choke And my blue-box is full of empty bottles And my fridge is empty most days But I am lying back and reading Joyce Cary And Dig Circus is playing on Saturday Well I might be One horny ba*tard And that's why I always smile But this feeling isn't everlasting So come on and lay down beside me for a while And we can dance and write a letter And kiss your eyes, and touch my hand And tie the world up in one tight piece of leather And grab it by the balls and make it understand Trees are green, and the gra** is yellow, ride a bike, and fly a kite... Well, alright Yeah Trees are green, and the gra** is yellow, fly a bike and ride a kite... Well, alright Well, I don't mean to be a preacher And give a sermon from the church of Sneaky Dee's But one more jug of beer and that point that I was reaching Will hit me like a vision and make me fall on my knees And I don't care about the cost of living I'm unaware of these depressing days And maybe my TV is full of M.C. Hammer But Dig Circus is playing on Saturdays Yeah, Dig Circus is playing on Saturdays Thank God