Smoking Signals

Two rocks, a hammer
 and some chains to
 tie my hands
 Two boots, the dirt, some food
 some land to
 dig it in
 I cut the wood
 tear down
 build up for
 moving in
 A hole, the mud, a pipe
 look out I'm
 getting in
 Wash your hands and clean the floor
 Get some money for the store
 Move the papers on your desk
 Breathe some air into your head
 Pop the bubble
 concrete feet will
 hold you here
 Fall in the lake
 then go fishing
 Little Bear
 Rest your bones
 upon the seashore
 Salt tears
 I'll trade
 this lucky key
 the next time
 you are near
 Stop that buzzing over there
 Stretch your bones and wash your hair
 Change your strings
 Dust your wings
 Sing a song
 Sharpen your sting
 There's a baby in the bucket
 of my eye
 Plastic dolls holding Mary
 will be enough
 There are mermaids
 they can't follow
 on the shore
 There are hermits
 wet from swimming
 drying off
 Call the plastic wooden doves
 Give them wings and they'll fly off
 Lucky ones will get away
 Smoking signals
 on the cake