This is my random interpretation of this very hard to comprehend song hahaha.
Pick me up, hose me down
I'm sorry boys about the dirty night clowns
Earth does break the things that we make
Like a model planes and cuppy cakes
(Try and clean my act, and figure out what I am covered with,
Sorry guys about the weird entertainment (eccentric personality)
The world tries to break who we are or what we do
Whether we are gifted one way, or gifted another)
I can't clear the leaves from here
They're too far under the brush this year
I can't clear the leaves from here
They're too far under the brush this year
(I can’t change so you will understand me
my traits grow with me as a whole more each year)
Let them be buried, buried alive
In their suits, in their ties
Trees to shade the moves that they made
In their suits, in their ties
Let them be buried, buried alive
In their suits, in their ties
You're safe here, now you're in the clear
Now we'll eat soup and apple pies
(Conformist means nothing to me
They shouldn’t exist
they change beauty and truth to manipulation
Business people and the lesser spirited
Should not exist
When they are gone, let’s do what eccentrics love to do
Eat and enjoy the little things in life
I will never be dirt-free
Up the stairs come find me,
Come sneak up behind me
I'll be sleeping soundly
Like a baby
(I will always be a free eccentric spirit, and because of it–I am always chased. I am happy because of my innocence, and conniving people will try and sneak to affect that. )
This is my random interpretation of this very hard to comprehend song hahaha.
Pick me up, hose me down I'm sorry boys about the dirty night clowns Earth does break the things that we make Like a model planes and cuppy cakes
(Try and clean my act, and figure out what I am covered with, Sorry guys about the weird entertainment (eccentric personality) The world tries to break who we are or what we do Whether we are gifted one way, or gifted another)
I can't clear the leaves from here They're too far under the brush this year I can't clear the leaves from here They're too far under the brush this year
(I can’t change so you will understand me my traits grow with me as a whole more each year)
Let them be buried, buried alive In their suits, in their ties Trees to shade the moves that they made In their suits, in their ties Let them be buried, buried alive In their suits, in their ties You're safe here, now you're in the clear Now we'll eat soup and apple pies
(Conformist means nothing to me They shouldn’t exist they change beauty and truth to manipulation Business people and the lesser spirited Should not exist When they are gone, let’s do what eccentrics love to do Eat and enjoy the little things in life
I will never be dirt-free Up the stairs come find me, Come sneak up behind me I'll be sleeping soundly Like a baby
(I will always be a free eccentric spirit, and because of it–I am always chased. I am happy because of my innocence, and conniving people will try and sneak to affect that. )