Prairie Dog

Prairie now isn't that a pretty word Rolls off the tongue like a setting sun You should have heard what I heard A shriek a syllable a sleight of hand Prairie now isn't that a lonely word Slips through the hands like a falling star You should have seen what I saw A mask an artifice a skillful smear If I could pull the nerves from my skin If I could pull the nerves from my skin I would Prairie now isn't that an evil word Trips on its feet like a slouching beast Surely things will change now A start a plan a place to go If I could pull the nerves from my skin If I could pull the nerves from my skin I would Prairie now isn't that a pretty word Rolls off the tongue like a setting sun You should have heard what I heard A shriek a syllable a sleight of hand Surely things will change now Surely things will change now Surely things will change now Surely things will change now