Lyrics

First make a fire
Then cook the meat
Kill her a dress
Plant zucchini
Now it's a house
I'm knocking down trees
Plant a bush
With big red flowers
Build some steps
To a watch tower
Find a plant
Who's fragrance can offer relief
Work, work, work
Will it ever end
Will i ever find peace again
From this curse, curse, curse
All of this is such hard work
It's like the soil
Has eroded
The life inside
All depleted
Nothing to show
Even though i plant and water
It's like
horticultural horror
Work, work, work
Will it ever end
Will i ever find peace again
From this curse, curse, curse
All of this is such hard work
I wonder if there's something
We can put on it
You know, to help it grow
Eve, that's absurd
Fruits and vegetables should just grow
Look at these weeds
No this is bad
I'm doing all the things
I used to do
The ground is striving against you.
I work and I work
And the results
Are barely worth mentioning
But what i can mention
Are the weeds
Bugs, aches, pains
Bruises and cuts
That won't go away
The planting and watering
All the delay
Perennials turned annual
The sweat on my face
The frost at night
The scorch of day
This creaky hut
I have to maintain
The gnats and mosquitos
That suck my blood
The constant smell
No matter how hard we scrub
And all of this, all of this is my fault
My botanical bane
My agrarian failure
I'm the only one to blame
Written by: Christopher Geil, Jackie McLeod, Jon Rizzo, Justin Rizzo
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