An acorn in the friggin' trees
There's a school that fucked with me
Golden dog that we called quake
My best friend's initials were m. v. p.
Was the season our knuckles turned to bone
A disease we plastered our own
Some geese cook 'em like home
Little tease that thoughtless slope
Oh, Moses Brown
Hey, Moses Brown
Gaze, Moses Brown
Stay, Moses Brown
I was into residential out of concern
Stench for the jocks who made me turn
Then out of control little message lover
That got us stoned and always left me guess again
I suppose that
We were thinkin' what our bodies would be
Look at my Jimmy some day,
And if you're watching, lean,
From my Jimmy with love and feed,
How you wallow your something I didn't mean,
I know you're gonna grow ween,
Ween my jimmy, ween my jimmy, ween.
Oh, Moses Brown
Hey, moses Brown
Gaze, Moses Brown
Stay, Moses Brown
Our stomping ground
Stomping ground
Stomping ground
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