You know it doesn’t matter at midnight You know they won’t be bothering him. Purge the shadows you swallowed Lovely Nowhere Man. They were over the line Standing in his yard Looking for some sign Of a Criminal Reward Man they forced him down To his bad old knees Tell me Forest, Where’d you get these seeds? All he could see was shiny shoes and shotguns Couldn’t stand any more Take what you want! Let them go on searching Roots and limbs of the kind Looking for the worst thing They can never find They dug through the sand Looking for some gold They could care less now, For one more lost soul. Still they cuffed his hands And they cut his trees Now Forest cried Can’t you let us be? All he could say was Sir yes, sir thank you please! Do the torture time, Pay the written fine, Let go of me. The oil is thick and black machines need more sir! No energy is worth the lives to settle this score.