Light Leaves

[Intro] Ooh [Verse 1] Each of these old light leaves is dirt Barely held together by tiny bone hands that used to be alive Holding hands - loose gripped At the déjà vu dream scene end of a life-long relationship [Verse 2] These light leaves is my hair on the bathroom floor; My smaller selves down the sewer somewhere under Berkeley, Cincinnati, or on tour Airplane rear or hotel lobby ladies' rooms beware Is these light leaves bagged up in plastic never to decompose or fertilize [Verse 3] When my balls are finally big enough to do it I don't want no casket, no saddle, no see-through plastic mask No casket, no saddle, no see-through plastic mask And when I finally do it I wanna do the dirt like the dead leaves do And if you do leave the earth when the earth leaves you Cold and hard as a marble table top with nothing on top There's no hip hip hop hooray Heaping heaven golden boned gateway No bright confetti hard step march ticker tape parade There's no mound of clouds to lounge on No mound of clouds to lounge on