Crock Of Anvils
9/24/01 ©2003 KNOLLWIT

Camera zooms
On a pretty dress
Blowing in the breezes

They'd be free except
They can't escape
The form they cling to

Sitting there upon the hill
She looks out over the valley
And for awhile she knows that she can get away

As she walks along
The village roads
Watch as how her belly grows
The people on the street
Grow one by one

She looks around
For a place to sit
As they circle round
Something stirs a bit
A growing sign of what's to come

Time to turn the belly honey
Time to trim the roses honey
Take you down tomorrow's bed
And get you up the tree of money

Time is wasting, Hurry honey
Don't you let them get you honey
Pull the ladder up with you
And wait until the sky is sunny

Head feeling down
And oh so heavy
She crys
In a stuffy room
On the outside

She feels her gown
Pushed so
Far
Out by accidents and lies

Help her
Gotta get away
Help her
Run away

Time to turn the belly honey
Time to trim the roses honey
Take you down tomorrow's bed
And get you up the tree of money

Time is wasting, Hurry honey
Don't you let them get you honey
Pull the ladder up with you
And wait until the sky is sunny