Lyrics

Couldn't eat the library All the books have gone bad And the farmer says He's gonna sell the land It's no good to him All his heads, they're on fire now At the end of his necks Craning high up to see Little girls making A casket for him Out of apples and bread Some snakebites get in the skin and don't leave What is mama baking And so so many fathers have died the same way And the books have gone bad