Yard Trip #7 - Screaming Trees

Yard trip number seven

Is the one that they painted on the lawn

If we load it up into this gun

Soon it’ll all be gone

Quarter to eleven

On the day of my birth

In the desert wind

I will have a grin that might

Shatter the earth

Woah, woah, woah, woah (woe)

There’s three short ways to live again

Crumble like paper upon my skin

They all tell you to try

But you’re gonna cry

When no one cares where you been

Couple days of driving

In circles, I’d rather spin

We got eight more lives

And two more tries

And six ways for tripping me out

Yard trip number seven

Is the one they tried to steal from heaven

And if we load it up into this gun

soon it’ll all be gone

And we have to do it via question and answer response, that we have to put it on-line

OK so, uh, the question will be «What kind of trees are you?"the reply would be «Screaming Trees»

OK Simple — to the point.