Packadayzies
Not much to say
'Til the restricted fade away
Hide your face in your hands
Plot out your point holes for undertable plans
Brace yourself
For what you prepare for can never be helped
What you prepare for can never be helped
Pack a' daisies
The gardener's creed and the carroteer's need as the harvesters summon the fall
The first time it happened I couldn't believe the second the flowers becometh it all
Returning is right it makes no sense in the night in mysterious in fantastic brawl
The clouds they dim, and angels they brim, for packs and packs gather to witness the fall
Ripping the weeds out the ground like they're made of flesh
Face in the soil and boots in the sky
Pack a' daisies
You were on the wagon riding to the market
Fresh outta the grave, and pitchfork in hand
Pack a' phoes
Pack a' daisies
Ripping the weeds out the ground like they're made of flesh
Face in the soil and boots in the sky
Pack a' daisies
You were on the wagon riding to the market
Fresh outta the grave, and pitchfork in hand
Pack a' phoes
Pack a' daisies
Ripping the weeds out the ground like they're made of flesh
Face in the soil and boots in the sky
Pack a' daisies
You were on the wagon riding to the market
Fresh outta the grave, and pitchfork in hand
Pack a' phoes
Pack a' daisies
'Til the restricted fade away
Hide your face in your hands
Plot out your point holes for undertable plans
Brace yourself
For what you prepare for can never be helped
What you prepare for can never be helped
Pack a' daisies
The gardener's creed and the carroteer's need as the harvesters summon the fall
The first time it happened I couldn't believe the second the flowers becometh it all
Returning is right it makes no sense in the night in mysterious in fantastic brawl
The clouds they dim, and angels they brim, for packs and packs gather to witness the fall
Ripping the weeds out the ground like they're made of flesh
Face in the soil and boots in the sky
Pack a' daisies
You were on the wagon riding to the market
Fresh outta the grave, and pitchfork in hand
Pack a' phoes
Pack a' daisies
Ripping the weeds out the ground like they're made of flesh
Face in the soil and boots in the sky
Pack a' daisies
You were on the wagon riding to the market
Fresh outta the grave, and pitchfork in hand
Pack a' phoes
Pack a' daisies
Ripping the weeds out the ground like they're made of flesh
Face in the soil and boots in the sky
Pack a' daisies
You were on the wagon riding to the market
Fresh outta the grave, and pitchfork in hand
Pack a' phoes
Pack a' daisies
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Writer(s): Baxter Reed
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