Pick me up,
hose me down.
I'm sorry boys about the
Dirty Night Clowns.
Earth does break
the things that we make,
like model planes
and cuppy cakes.
I can't clear
the leaves from here.
They're too far under
the brush this year.x2
Let them buried,
buried alive.
In their suits, in their
ties.
Trees to shade the
moves that they made.
In their suits, in their ties.
Let them be buried,
buried alive!
In their suits, in their ties.
You're safe here,
now you're in the clear.
Now we'll eat soup
and apple pies.
I can't clear
the leaves from here.
They're too far under
the brush this year.x2
I will never be dirt free.
Up the stairs come find me.
Come sneak up behind me.
I'll be sleeping soundly.
Like a baby!
La da da da da da da da.
La da da da da da daa
I can't clear
the leaves from here.
They're too far under
the brush this year.x2
