Always there when he needed them
So he buried them underground
Alone with the flowers now
Proud of his green hands and blood on his shoes
Then he prayed for the rain to come
Through the cracks in the autumn clouds
Armed with a watering can
Dreaming of the greenest field the bodies would grow
Running around
Have you seen Greenhands?
Hes up past the wall
Fooling us all
He’s the organic man
With no one to call
And he shops for the groceries
Just to talk with the other men
Sweating and stammering
Living just to reattach before he gets old
What can the soil teach?
What do the bodies learn?
A sad new afternoon
A dreary mark of solitude stuck under his roots
Running around
Have you seen Greenhands?
Hes up past the wall
Fooling us all
Hes the organic man
With no one to call
Running around
Have you seen Greenhands?
He’s up past the wall
Fooling us all
Hes the organic man
With no one to call
No one to call
Running around
Have you seen Greenhands?
Hes up past the wall
Fooling us all
Hes the organic man
With no one to call
Running around
Have you seen Greenhands?
Hes up past the wall
Fooling us all
Hes the organic man
With no one to call
No one to call