Lowest Of The Low

That Song About Trees And Kites

Lowest Of The Low


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 bastard 
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 grass is yellow, ride a bike, and fly a kite 
Well, alright 
Trees are green, and the grass is yellow, fly a bike and ride a kit 
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 t.v. is full of M.C. Hammer 
But Dig Circus is playing on Saturday