I shake and shiver like the winter trees in the breeze
I’m as flimsy as a branch that’s shaking
back and forth from the air I breath
And when the birds come in
And the birds come a-sitting on my arms.
I’m a color of trees with the greatest disease
And oh please, please I’m on my knees

And I hold it to myself that
I’m a beautiful piece of the earth
And I hope and pray that when I fall down
I will be a place for the birds.
With the fungi dripping upon my skin,
I’m gonna hold them close
I’m gonna say,
“Be my clothes!”
I’m gonna be my clothes, yea.

I wanna be a tree
I’m gonna hug all the people that I see
I’m gonna be a chemical replacement plant
And I will churn out smoke like my God damn aunt
Who used to sit on the couch and smoke cigars by herself
With all her sisters around telling God damn stories about
The operating company.

And I sware to God that when I get old enough
I’m gonna buy a lot of cigarette and burn them down
I’m gonna start a forest fire as big as my town.


Lyrics submitted by rentalgirl

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