Beasty
Farm inside of the sea, touch of the breeze
Bread is to man like hay is to beast
Honey from a weed, for to make his mead
Grown sweet from a bitter seed
He inhales the fragrance of the wilderness
Four men step upon Queen Anne's lace
Scarlet to Mars, bed of hay
Driftwood dries for the evening fire
How in the world did we get this far?
Driving around in our motorcars
Where in the world can we see the stars?
Hollywood, Greece, or Mars
Onions for fish, a wish for a wish
Bread is to man, hay is to beast
Amber wine for his lunchtime
Beans for soup from his garden green
Weary feet after a day of heat
Bed of hay, scarlet to Mars
Spine of the mountain, marble green
Honey from a weed, for to make his mead
How in the world did we get this far?
Driving around in our motorcars
Where in the world can we see the stars?
Hollywood, Greece, or Mars
A farm inside of the sea, touch of the breeze
Bread is to man like hay is to beast
Honey from a weed, for to make his mead
Grown sweet from a bitter seed
Bread is to man like hay is to beasty
How in the world did we get this far?
Driving around in our motorcars
Where in the world can we see the stars?
Hollywood, Greece, or Mars
How in the world did we get this far?
Bread is to man like hay is to beast
Honey from a weed, for to make his mead
Grown sweet from a bitter seed
He inhales the fragrance of the wilderness
Four men step upon Queen Anne's lace
Scarlet to Mars, bed of hay
Driftwood dries for the evening fire
How in the world did we get this far?
Driving around in our motorcars
Where in the world can we see the stars?
Hollywood, Greece, or Mars
Onions for fish, a wish for a wish
Bread is to man, hay is to beast
Amber wine for his lunchtime
Beans for soup from his garden green
Weary feet after a day of heat
Bed of hay, scarlet to Mars
Spine of the mountain, marble green
Honey from a weed, for to make his mead
How in the world did we get this far?
Driving around in our motorcars
Where in the world can we see the stars?
Hollywood, Greece, or Mars
A farm inside of the sea, touch of the breeze
Bread is to man like hay is to beast
Honey from a weed, for to make his mead
Grown sweet from a bitter seed
Bread is to man like hay is to beasty
How in the world did we get this far?
Driving around in our motorcars
Where in the world can we see the stars?
Hollywood, Greece, or Mars
How in the world did we get this far?
Credits
Writer(s): Jack Crowther, Angus Dowling, Lucas Labrosse, Elliot Oreilly, Miles Myjavec
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