Political Grass

The trees they move

In corresponding patterns

That match my heart’s rhythms and swells

Plastic inevitable never did me well

Anarchists sing on Capitol Hill

While the republican party goes to hell

We don’t make sense anymore

And it’s daddy’s fault

He never taught you to feel

To remember to breathe

Or let you listen

To the good that’s in me

I don’t know why I’m here

In this city's embrace

I can’t see past

The red X on my face

The trees they move

In corresponding patterns

That match my heart’s rhythms and swells

Plastic inevitable never did me well

Nothing makes sense anymore

Cause we’re all out of sight

Swallowing ourselves

With our minds, not our hearts

The anarchists sing on Capitol Hill

Cause Daddy never taught them

The republican feel

Our minds, not our hearts

Oh, it is them

Oh, it is them

Because it’ll never be us