Dirty Night Clowns (А вообще первая ассоциация - Гамзи Макара)
Pick me up and hose me down I'm sorry boys about the dirty night clowns The Earth does bright, the things that we make Like a model planes and gooey cakes
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
Let them be buried, buried alive In their suits, in their ties Trees to shade the moons(?) 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
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 will never be dirt-free Hold me, hold me Like a baby
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I can't clear the leaves from here They're too far under the brush this year