Plant Life

Hanging on a limb warm from the wind

Cracking in the night just like a whip

Grown up a plastic commodity

Domestic rain will sanitize the scene

Natural inclination

Wicked, it can stack up pretty quick

The soil's got a fever

Once just letters pressed in wet cement

Ink turned them to names on a debtor's list

Just loose leaves sat shakin' in a cell

While cinder blocks, they pile all around

Natural inclination

Left to grow and now we're in the shade

The soil's got a fever