All your enemies are wooden
You said it as you walked out of the swamp
And all your needles are lost in
Those hay stacks of your stomp
There are queen bees a buzzing
There are wild roses too
And the marsh marigold
And celandines
Know just what you're up to
Oh Butter wouldn't melt in your mouth
You say
And all the birds are flying south
You say
And if I take you by the tongue
Then your kisses are as good as done
So for the sake of Canada
Let your wild geese roam
And for the sake of united grief
Paint all your steel horses chrome
For I see your white teeth
And I know your false belief
In the idols of the tomb
But if you will bring your knife
I'll slice your butter life
And show you the sweet honeycomb
So show me the way to walk home
I'm lost and I need your advice
I've been tripping over wires
Talking with country squires
But none of them will leave me alone
So show me the way to go home
I'm tired
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