Alamo Race Track Apples
Little, little insect on tip of my pin
While I was spelling out the future on paper lying next to me
I'm here cause the apples and apples to be plucked in the after-noon
Oh human like trees in the garden, watching me, watching, watching, watching me
I'm outside in an army coat and a bill cap that belongs to my father
I fight every breath of the howling wind, I clutch myself to the ladder
I steal them apples, I clean the garden
They might be angry or relieved of the sediment
(I've got them, I've got, I've got / We place them in buckets, we place them in buckets
We place them in buckets, we place them in buckets, we place them in buckets
We place them in buckets)
[X2]
We got hope for the the future, sometimes I can't see for days
Sometimes my name is estrange
We got hope leading nowhere, going nowhere
We got hope for the future / We got hope for the the future, sometimes I can't see for days
Sometimes my name is estrange
We got hope going nowhere, going nowhere
Little, little insect on tip of my pen
While I was spelling out the future on paper lying next to me