Lemons in Chamomile

Bird on the road with the jellyfish brain
Beetle brown eyes, stay in the right lane
Dog at the end of the street laughs loud
All the little critters lying on the ground
Staring up at the placid blue of an October sky…
My grizzly bear, I don’t care, I don’t care if you’re grisly
Girl with a dress has a soft stuffed cub
So does the man with a job at the pub
Crocodile leather, I’ve won this game
But picking bones is such a pain
Staring up at the placid blue of an October sky…
My grizzly bear, I don’t care, I don’t care if you’re grisly
Now I’m caught between your deadly arms
I don’t wanna start a fight
With my glass eyeballs and my cleared out brain
I still can’t see what’s right
My grizzly bear, I don’t care, I don’t care if you’re grisly
My grizzly bear, I don’t care, I don’t care if you’re grisly