In The Plastic Fever Garden

 

Hounds pregnant from running behind

No matter to Where

Even the roses of iron are out of sight

But Christ was already there

Cigarettes with pink ribbons on their boots

Passing by the elevators

Trees don't eat their own roots

Never sure are the babies of the alligators

Go and find the garden

Where nothing is mixed up

Find a Place without a burden

Never give it up

So man has cried for long long years

Alone without a shelter

To see one day your death has come

Cry man cry