Right Side

Along by the trees
There lies a little brook
That over the years
Time has took

Cow shit and rough grass
And thistles and hay
A clearing of nettles
Of dirt and Clay

Ooooooh
It's cold outside

The water is stagnant
The trees half dead
The bird songs are mocking
Their lungs made of lead

All is green
But prickly and rough
But the thistles are stocky
And the weeds are tough

Ooooooh
It's cold outside

So stay on the right side of me

A small patch of grass
Draws blood from the foot
You'll get thorns in your arse
If on the ground you should put it

All these visions of nature are wasted on me
Through thorns and the brambles its too hard to see

And all the pretty flowers are too hard to see

Ooooooh
It's cold outside



Credits
Writer(s): The Imaginary Hat
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