I didn't do it
So you'll let me leave, won't you?
Out of towners and their children
Watched us when we went to kill some
Wolverines who tried to hide
Their babies but the puppies cried
No one succeeds
If they scatter their seeds
Where the wind and the weeds
Are pleased
Then the children went to pet
The baby animals who bit their fingers
Causing blood to blow
Around like rosebuds in the snow
I didn't do it
So you'll let me leave, won't you?
No one succeeds
If they scatter their seeds
Where the wind and the weeds
Are pleased
No one succeeds
If they scatter their seeds
Where the wind and the weeds
Are pleased
