Make the Soundscape
Now eveything makes sense
Its all in the present tense
A cheap play on the word herd
So I awoke with a yawn
And puked on the lawn
A perty good day me thinks
My breath stinks
And so does my soul
Oh yeah even tho there aint no soul
Mine stinks
I guess at makes sense
Cho cho ah
A heavy plane is on my shoulder
And thank god for lack of weak
I walked out tonight
Yeah to the frog pond
North of here on Sanders Gate
The night March 12th
I stood and listened
To the sound of frogs
I walked and left my position
Make the Soundscape
Make the Soundscape
Make the Soundscape
