Aluminum Can

Crush me down an aluminum can
 Poke me with a fork o'er half baked yam
 Toss me in the frying pan
 I would never bite the hand
 If I could be sure o' the hand that feeds me
 Doop-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
 Doop-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
 Doop-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
 Doop-doo-doo, doo-doo
 Feeding frenzy on prescription words
 Swallowing the silence that returns
 Following in footsteps
 Petrified by time
 Under madness are familiar faces
 And you are just a semblance of before
 Following the dust and calling it more
 These are the seeds
 These are the seeds that beseech the leaves for cover
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 Hiking canyons where people have fallen
 These are places where some learn to fly
 Breaking, escaping
 Molds that are growing
 Stepping over, cutting off the ties
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 And you are just a semblance of before
 Following the dust and calling it more
 These are the seeds
 These are the seeds that beseech the leaves for cover
 Doop-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
 Doop-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
 Doop-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
 Doop-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo