I want a song to sing In the tangled brush of scotch broom and poison oak And I got a bone to pick With absolutely everyone who exists You're all full of shit But that's not it That's not why I can't get anything done That's not why I dry my eyes by staring at the sun It's just that everyone I got an axe to grind With all the gremlins who've infested my times With doom and gloom Cuz I got a seed to sow In the jagged mulch of the eucalyptus groves And shadows And I'm not sure If it's fair to say that anything is wrong When there's food in the fridge and beer in the song While my family basically gets along So I carry on I got a note to leave In the breathing blanket of rotting leaves For her to find