In our yard
How many chickens can we count
On our fingers and toes
On their toes
Sitting on father's hole
Sitting on his chest
Crushing rocks of dirt
The earth is soft in our
Yard yard
Stones in my shoes
And feet
Dragging them through museums
Under glass
Hands and feet
And knobbly knees
Yard yard
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Yard Lyrics

Birthday Party – Yard Lyrics