Cobwebs

With your head in a noose and a grape on a knife

Found you some breakfast or adventuring eye

You smell trouble, well, how should we get some sleep?

When the last of the notes dries dead below skies

Poems about poisonous berries and vines

Would you warm out of the fire of nature, burning up your sheet

You know, I wore mistakes so I'd feel alive

Unlearn perfection a number of times

Just wood un-refurbished sounds more like paradise to me

Oh, the stones'll start talking, bad weathers a sign

Hunters and robbers that drip blood in fall time

Glow star told me, "Better run while the earth holds this heat"

Well, come out in the night

Everybody we know

We'll be laughing and singing

And there won't be no fighting

Well come out in the night

Where all the lasers are firing

And our babies are gurgling

And our elders are wobbly

We're not going underground

Are you going underground?

I'm not going underground

But their light and the pressure is pushing me down

Are you going underground?

I'm not going underground

But we say get to it, just to make the sound

Are you going underground?

I'm not going underground

We're not going underground

Are you going underground?

I'm not going underground now

Cobwebs! Cobwebs!

They took my home, I'm in disoriented glee

Cobwebs! Cobwebs!

They blocked the path that was connecting you and me

Cobwebs! Cobwebs!

It's a sticky case the more I move the less I'm free

Ever since I was a boy I found new ways to view my porridge

Sometimes electric, organic like strawberry meat