The Gnome

It watches over us
Us, bugs, rats and such
Stopping all of the rot in the brush

He watches over us, it's what we trust
Bringing luck to this land where were stuck
But no one gives a fuck

Moving through dirt and moving clay like
Moving through dirt and moving clay like

It watches over us, the rakes with rust
Making sure evil stays out of the shrubs

It watches over us, not just rocks and grubs
But everything here that slithers round in the mud
Mess around here, He'll bring you down with a thud

Moving through dirt and moving clay like
Moving through dirt and moving clay like

It stopped watching over us
My one careless thrust
Sunday morning couldn't stop my lust

It stopped watching over us
Now my pails are rust
And all my plows are brown
I shouldn't have turned it around

Now all my flowers are turning brown
I shouldn't have turned it round



Credits
Writer(s): Jason Perrott
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