A place behind the weeds
Beautiful as water still
Where good men go to die
And sinners breath their last
Where ghosts and spirits haunt the life
Where tomatoes grow on trees
Babies born into the death
Smoking cones, it isn't right
Heros take the weaklings life
And bad men come in threes
Panther now a lighter shade
Men are crying happiness
This place is a beautiful yet evil place
This is where the evening flower
Sprouts in the twilight dawn
Where money doesn't matter
And lion runs afraid
Where the apple that the serpant gave
Is juicy fruit to enjoy
Where religon reigns supreme
With unbelivers persicuted
It's not the place for me
This place is a beautiful place
And I'm running the other way
This place is enticing me
I hate it so much
It's where hearts break daily
Where Robin Hood was an evil man
And Santa Claus is free
Babies are dying a crucifix
Music plays, but no-ones listening
Laughing at the sorrow's pain
This place is running backward now
Where do the lovers embrase
Where does the happiness roll
Where the meadows are fresh
And I can find my peace
This is a place behind the weeds
Hidden away from the sanity
Hiding the view to those inside
Where the good times roll