Greenhands

Always there when he needed them
 So he buried them underground
 Alone with the flowers now
 Proud of his green hands
 And blood on his shoes
 Then he prayed for the rain to come
 Through the cracks in the autumn clouds
 Armed with a watering can
 And dreaming of the greenest field
 That bodies would grow
 Running around
 Have you seen greenhands?
 He's up past the wall
 Fooling us all
 He's the organic man
 With no one to call
 And he shops for the groceries
 Just to talk with the other men
 Sweating and stammering
 Living just to reattach before he gets old
 What can the soil teach?
 What do the bodies learn?
 A sad new afternoon
 A dreary mark of solitude stuck under his roots
 Running around
 Have you seen greenhands?
 He's up past the wall
 Fooling us all
 He's the organic man
 With no one to call
 Running around
 Have you seen greenhands?
 He's up past the wall
 Fooling us all
 He's the organic man
 With no one to call
 No one to call
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 Running around
 Have you seen greenhands?
 He's up past the wall
 Fooling us all
 He's the organic man
 With no one to call
 Running around
 Have you seen greenhands?
 He's up past the wall
 Fooling us all
 He's the organic man
 With no one to call
 No one to call