Pick me up, hose me down.
I'm sorry boys, about the dirty night clowns.
Earth does break the things that we make,
Like a model planes and cuppycakes.

I can't clear the leaves from here.
They're too far under the brush this year.
I can't clear the leaves from here.
They're too far under the brush this year.

Let them be buried, buried alive.
In their suits, in their ties.
Trees to shade the moves that they made.
In their suits, in their ties.
Let them be buried, buried alive.
In their suits, in their ties.

You're safe here, now you're in the clear,
Now we'll eat soup and apple pies.

I can't clear the leaves from here.
They're too far under the brush this year.
I can't clear the leaves from here.
They're too far under the brush this year.

I will never be dirt free.

Up the stairs come find me,
Come sneak up behind me.
I'll be sleeping soundly.
Like a baby!

(La da da da da da da dum
Da da da da dum)
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I can't clear the leaves from here.
They're too far under the brush this year.