Where the Walls are Made of Grass

Edible plants, berries and nuts

(like the Natives used to do!)

I'm gonna live totally free, escape everything I knew

Shitting in the woods, mud on my face

I am one with Mother Earth

Yelling at the moon, eating what I kill

It's the dawn of my rebirth

Let's build a house in a town where the walls are made of grass

Treating people rude, all organic food

(like the Natives used to eat)

Telling bums that I couldn't spare a dime

Buy a paper I won't eat

Picking paint swabs out, find the darkest grout

And tile for the master bath

The demolish site was ready overnight

One last tomb to clear the path

Let's build a house over a grave made of steel, concrete, and glass