this field of beets is ripe and ready

my printer is the town skank

my printer makes its own decisions

my printer is a town, an insanely

loud bird

catch me if u live in a cow tower

my printer is dirty, my printer

is someone who might get

in trouble in a loft where

it's quiet

i just wait, wait for something, u don't know me

the government, they dig their claws into u

they bite u, they don't understand, i turn around

i wait, i wait for years

all i understand is a bird, i want to cry

my printer is a new mexico bird

don't frack my town

for years my printer is a dirty weird cat

i want to dance but i've had it

my ovary waits for u

my printer is the town

skank

i tell my dreams they're weird

please, don't get to know yourself

my loft is a skank and i am afraid

of smoke

u were fracked dirty and quietly

go bite an authority figure

i am something like a tower

a bird, don't dream about me