Dirty Night Clowns

Pick me up, hose me down

I'm sorry boys about the dirty night clowns

Earth does break the things that we make

Like a model planes and cuppy cakes

I can't clear the leaves from here

They're too far under the brush this year

I can't clear the leaves from here

They're too far under the brush this year

Let them be buried, buried alive

In their suits, in their ties

Trees to shade the moves that they made

In their suits, in their ties

Let them be buried, buried alive

In their suits, in their ties

You're safe here, now you're in the clear

Now we'll eat soup and apple pies

I can't clear the leaves from here

They're too far under the brush this year

I can't clear the leaves from here

They're too far under the brush this year

I will never be dirt-free

Up the stairs come find me

Come sneak up behind me

I'll be sleeping soundly

Like a baby

(La da da da da da da dum

da da da da dum)

(La da da da da da da dum

da da da da dum)

I can't clear the leaves from here

They're too far under the brush this year