Текст Fruit Bats – The Ruminant Band

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 blued-eyed merle
And loved an Indian girl

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

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