Pastoral - The Jesus Lizard

Your life is gone

Your youth is over

Years of cheer

Reduced to this

A crumbling mess

On a September morn

Your blood flows by

Like a meandering stream

Bubbling

Gurgling

Brook-like

Baking in the midday sun

Hard on the outside

Soft on the inside

(That's a nice contract)

I saw you there

Sioux City bound

In a cornfield

I saw you there

Stinking