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 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 that 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 Ra ta ta ta ta ta ta ta Ra ta ta ta ta ta ta Ra ta ta ta ta ta ta ta Ra ta ta ta ta ta ta I can't clear the leaves from here They're too far under the brush this year