Farmers in the mid-west need good land
For their work so they can grow flowers
Crouched down between your walls
bundled up nice and small
you walk in with your graceful smile
and ask me to grow you a beautiful flower
Please tell me you're not serious
it's not fair
Please tell me you're not serious
it's not fair
They want me to grow up
follow the fucking laws
so I can live on earth
so I can provide them with
a beautiful flower
Please tell me you're not serious
it's not fair
Please tell me you're not serious
it's not fair
How's it gonna grow
you expect it to grow
How's it gonna grow
you expect it to grow
Please tell me you're not serious
it's not fair
Please tell me you're not serious
it's not fair
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