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