folky tune about bob ross and every body painting the same pretty picture
Story behind the song
i had a crush on an sartist in flat rock Michigan and she told me a story of how she was tired that bob ross made everybody with a television think they were an artist because they could copy what he could do exactly.
Lyrics
there was bob ross and happy things
it meant nothing to me
there were happy people and happy times and all those happy trees
but i am oh so sad and it's way too bad
and i'm too drunk to see
and to bob ross you're a son of a bitch
you taught but how can it be?
cause i'm a sad tree
i'm a sad tree living and a breathing
I'm a sad tree
i'm a sad tree and don't you know some people who are just like me?
there were people all around
sleeping with the beast
there were skulls in the closet
there was little oppertunity
there was asbestos in the air
there was stricknide in the sea
there were lots and lots of little things
there was talk of anarchy
cause i'm a sad tree
i'm a sad tree living and a breathing
I'm a sad tree
i'm a sad tree and don't you know some people who are just like me?
and later on at night
when i am reaching out
there's no body there for me
i'm an artist with a name
but it always ends the same
i am some body no one can see
cause i'm a sad tree
i'm a sad tree living and a breathing
I'm a sad tree
i'm a sad tree and don't you know some people who are just like me?