On a cold December, just before dawn
As the sun said "Hello" to the sky
The mantis prayed while the lamellicorn
Tumbled and rolled in a threadbare tie
The Holland Lops in the Karakung glades
Indignantly thumped their feet
And hopped away when they cut their noses
On the sharp-tipped blades
(since the grass doesn't mind in the least)
There's a heat pad waitin' in the chicken-wire hutch
Where the does from the Netherlands stay
But that dry alfalfa don't taste like much
And we're tired of the Timothy hay
(hey)
[Verse 2]
I touched her back, she was lying face down
The dew turned to frost in her eyes
Me and Sister Margaret on the Pentagon lawn
With our wrists in a plastic tie
While the rats by the tracks on these winter days
Seeking shelter from the cold
Make a nest in the traps of our various ways
That they can save their immortal souls
[Bridge]
No, Timothy hay
Oh no, Timothy hay
Oh no, Timothy hay
Oh no, Timothy hay
Oh no, Timothy hay
Oh no, Timothy hay
Please no more Timothy hay
No more Timothy hay
Oh no, no more Timothy hay
No, no more Timothy hay
Oh no, no more Timothy hay
No more Timothy hay
[Verse 3]
On a cold December, just after dusk
As the sun bid its cordial goodbyes
We get split to pieces like an apple core husk
To reveal the tree that's been hidden inside
We're a sapling caught in a tattered sirah
As the seams from the shepherd's purse-belt
Broke the news to Mom: we found a better Mom
We call "God" (which she took quite well)
[Outro]
What a beautiful God, what a beautiful God
What a beautiful God there must be!
What a beautiful God, what a beautiful God
What a beautiful God there must be!
What a beautiful God, what a beautiful God
What a beautiful God there must be!
What a beautiful God, what a beautiful God
What a beautiful God
You must be!
[Verse 1] On a cold December, just before dawn As the sun said "Hello" to the sky The mantis prayed while the lamellicorn Tumbled and rolled in a threadbare tie The Holland Lops in the Karakung glades Indignantly thumped their feet And hopped away when they cut their noses On the sharp-tipped blades (since the grass doesn't mind in the least) There's a heat pad waitin' in the chicken-wire hutch Where the does from the Netherlands stay But that dry alfalfa don't taste like much And we're tired of the Timothy hay (hey) [Verse 2] I touched her back, she was lying face down The dew turned to frost in her eyes Me and Sister Margaret on the Pentagon lawn With our wrists in a plastic tie While the rats by the tracks on these winter days Seeking shelter from the cold Make a nest in the traps of our various ways That they can save their immortal souls [Bridge] No, Timothy hay Oh no, Timothy hay Oh no, Timothy hay Oh no, Timothy hay Oh no, Timothy hay Oh no, Timothy hay Please no more Timothy hay No more Timothy hay Oh no, no more Timothy hay No, no more Timothy hay Oh no, no more Timothy hay No more Timothy hay [Verse 3] On a cold December, just after dusk As the sun bid its cordial goodbyes We get split to pieces like an apple core husk To reveal the tree that's been hidden inside We're a sapling caught in a tattered sirah As the seams from the shepherd's purse-belt Broke the news to Mom: we found a better Mom We call "God" (which she took quite well) [Outro] What a beautiful God, what a beautiful God What a beautiful God there must be! What a beautiful God, what a beautiful God What a beautiful God there must be! What a beautiful God, what a beautiful God What a beautiful God there must be! What a beautiful God, what a beautiful God What a beautiful God You must be! Explain Request ×
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