Rows of Somebodies

Somebody take a hold Of me, just grab ahold So this soil gets that I'm not to be sold Somebody make a choice It's free, a colorful choice Only for the nuance to hear your voice Somebody fake something Do wrong to feel something Or I'll cry and I'll cry and I'll cry, just grab a hold In the earth lies a forest of bodies Reach out to the home of dirt Make small little rows of somebodies And roads will envy our birth Ooh Haa Haa-aa-haaa Somebody make me bold Force me, teach me bold So when I scream, I'm sure that soil knows I'm not cold Somebody follow the noise Find me and double the noise Pitch in just right and join my lonesome voice Somebody prove me wrong Fight me, tell me I'm wrong The ground doesn't want to swallow me whole, I can skip on being bold In the earth lies a forest of bodies Reach out to the home of dirt Make small little rows of somebodies And roads will envy our birth Time and time again We'll fall and follow them A tiny path to the yard and then I'll join the garden I'll join the garden I'll join the garden