Jennings Creek

Plastic leaves won't give you oxygen But damn, do they look good No matter what you feed them It's alright Who wants all that dirt from the outside In such a clean place If I fill myself with chemicals, chemicals Will I forget the things I miss Fool my senses with identical particles Would that be bliss Jennings Creek used to have foxes running free Now people live in boxes They can't sleep But who wants all those noises in the night In such a quiet place Big sign says "get lost in the woods" But they cut down the trees that used to live there What kind, what kind of sick joke is that Big time for progress If I fill myself with chemicals, chemicals Will I forget the things I miss Fool my senses with identical particles Would that be bliss Would that be bliss If I fill myself with chemicals, chemicals Will I forget the things I miss Fool my senses with identical particles Would that be bliss Would that be bliss Would that be bliss Would that be