The Pruning (Pat O'Brian/Access Hollywood Mix)

On the border of an orchard
 On a cultivated lawn
 Where they practice horticulture
 There they know what's going on
 They're not afraid to cut it.
 Well then, the best get picked
 From this virtuous thicket,
 By scythe or scissor,
 By instrument and implement.
 That's how they cut it.
 It's time to trim and thin
 An invasive vine.
 The roots are lifted,
 The leaves are dry.
 From natural laws to material things,
 Nothing in the truth can be changed.
 Oh perilous world-
 You're showing every sign of losing your heart.
 Fledgling and tattered
 during these strange later days
 just before it all fell apart.
 You can build such fantastic palaces
 On foundations of straw,
 On weird promises,
 But with one fatal flaw.
 The seedling is taken as a delicacy,
 By the sower who's mowing down the nursery.
 The reaper is hiding in the flowerbeds.
 They're each thinking over what the other said.
 They said "We each disturb the earth
 But now my friend, yes, you did it first,
 Yes you did, la da de"
 It's time to trim and thin
 An invasive vine.
 The roots are lifted,
 The leaves are dry.
 From natural laws to material things,
 Nothing in the truth can be changed.
 Oh, you perilous garden.
 Forever dying.