I know a clean way out, the vandals made it low The day so lean, the nighttime slips in a song There was a shot way out, down past Varina I burn my bed and run naked in the Winter
Well oh well, the pines are getting to me, consider my life, I'm wild but I'm not free
By all accounts it was a heavy snow Brown is black by contrast I'm aglow I hear, \"Wait. You! I'm a man, you're the beast!\" But I'm just running so how can that be?
Well oh well, the pines are getting to me, consider my life I'm wild but I'm not free Well oh well, the pines are getting to me, believe me my eyes, There's a thousand left like me
Reconstruct my body, capture me in flight Glue in resin marbles, give me shiny eyes Life like