Fruit Bats - The Ruminant Band lyrics

rate me

You'll always have smokes

If you always give buckets of love

Like little sad Tad who was living

On beetles and grubs

He had a blue-eyed merle

and loved an Indian girl

Lived alone in the warm wet fields

In this corner of the world

You'll always eat bread

If you always have seeds to sow

LIke old Zen Ben who lived

With a murder of crows

He wore a crown of beans

And a belt of weeds

Slept alone in the warm wet fields

On a bed of mustard seed

guitar solo

You won't lose the beat if you just keep

Clapping your hands

Like sweet sweet Pete who clapped

for the Ruminant Band

He had a broken lung

And a bit-off tongue

Lived alone in the warm wet fields

Under moon and under sun

Under moon and under sun!<br />

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Thanks to razvan

Thanks to rlbPDX for correcting these lyrics