Organic - Penal Colony
My memories come from the back of a bus
Altered people floating through
My home my home my home
Begging for more spouting hate
Spouting hate about LBJ
And oh yes they were gonna
Change change the world
And you can be organic all you please
And you can wax nostalgia for
What those before you had
My memories come from a
Room of strange smoke
And being left all alone alone a lone
A saline sister to keep there was
Nothing ever there to eat
Waited for the vendor to make
Her rounds her rounds her rounds
And you can be organic all you please
And you can put a flower in
A gun but it won't change a thing
And you can be organic all you please
And you can put a flower in a gun
But it won't change a thing
Organic
Organic
Organic
Don't want to be organic
