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 ♪ 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 ♪ 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