Praise Be To Sod

Horse shoes are making all the water dirty
I'll make glue

I thought that they were supposed to be lucky
I'm a fool

Mall blues are filling up all of the concrete
Stain my shoes

God taught me to think of those around me
I love you

Plant sod in a few weeks grass will be growing
Soaked in dew

Good god I've spent all of my time preparing
But for who?



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Krummenacher
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