Album: The Known Universe

It's Summer Here

There are thirteen headless turtles
Hanging on a line
Their severed heads would snap a stick
And break your finger pretty quick
The blood is draining from their necks
And out into the grass
The flies are buzzing all around
A hatchet sticking in the ground
The river looks like chocolate milk
It¡¯s foaming at the banks
The snakes come out to sun themselves
You think you¡¯ve died and gone to hell
I found one in the yard
So I gave it to the dog
She barked and got it by the head
And flung it ¡®round till it was dead
And it¡¯s summer here
Out behind the barber shop
The barber¡¯s burning hair
He lights it laughing to himself
He knows you can¡¯t escape the smell
The smoke is rising from the pile
And out into the town
It stings your eyes and burns your nose
And makes it¡¯s way all through your clothes
And it¡¯s summer here