Текстове на песни:
Fools Garden Finally

with trinkets Like they're meaningful possessions, baby Like some squirrel in the garden With expensive permutations, save me They'll outlive you in the end Will be your final

, uh, 4 inches out You back that nigga that pack that gat And hit that indo-sack It's like that Cannabis and tea've, uh, got me stuck on stump, fool All

I love her And that daddy miss her you know I love you two Just keep doin' good in school and remember bein' bad, boy Don't make you cool might make a fool

alone with his books and his records and his telescope with all the doors locked days piled upon each other one by tedious one until the pressure finally

breath in the summer air To feel the sand between my toes And love inside my ear All those things That you taught me to fear I've got them in my garden

a fireman who looks after the fire Can't you see he's fooled you all Yes, he's here again Can't you see he's fooled you all Share his peace, sign the

the earth in dark and deadly dreams And all mankind did bow beneath the power of her hand And in the monastery garden sat a woman with a book A manuscript

you be my lover We could walk right through the rain we could hold each other on this lazy summer day She looked me up and down, finally she turned away

, nor wise, nor good We'll do the best we know. We'll build our house and chop our wood And make our garden grow... And make our garden grow. (ensemble enters in gardening