Pick me up, hose me down
I'm sorry boys about the dirty night clowns
Earth does break the things that we make
Like a model planes and cuppy 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
I will never be dirt-free
Up the stairs come find me,