And she says
Nature is the devil’s church
As I feel the birch trees
Fall all around me
And this land
Seems to have an *******
From our birth
From our pain
And she blows her candles out
Like dandelions in acid rain
In Idaho fields
Her own private shield
In Idaho fields
And if all that flies falls
Who will be circling up top
Who will be swimming
Is there any plot of Earth
Free from grid-demise
Worth saving
Worth slaving over
On this black-top
Spinning asphalt
And she says
All the world’s a trap
The trees just create a map
For the pandemonium tax
And the breeze
You best think twice
Before you stare down
The one with medusa hair
In Idaho fields