Lowest Of The Low That Song About Trees And Kites Lyrics

That Song About Trees And Kites Lyrics

I don't have any money 

But I know that I'm not broke 

'Cause when me and my friends do too much acid 

We laugh so loud we think we'll probably choke 



And my blue-box is full of empty bottles 

And my fridge is empty most days 

But I am lying back and reading Joyce Cary 

And Dig Circus is playing on Saturday 



Well I might be 

One horny bastard 

And that's why I always smile 

But this feeling isn't everlasting 

So come on and lay down beside me for a while 



And we can dance and write a letter 

And kiss your eyes, and touch my hand 

And tie the world up in one tight piece of leather 

And grab it by the balls and make it understand 



Trees are green, and the grass is yellow, ride a bike, and fly a kite... 

Well, alright 

Trees are green, and the grass is yellow, fly a bike and ride a kite... 

Well, alright 



Well, I don't mean to be a preacher 

And give a sermon from the church of Sneaky Dee's 

But one more jug of beer and that point that I was reaching 

Will hit me like a vision and make me fall on my knees 



And I don't care about the cost of living 

I'm unaware of these depressing days 

And maybe my t.v. is full of M.C. Hammer 

But Dig Circus is playing on Saturday