Dinah Brand - Garden Lyrics

Here comes some shirtless bum down the hill
Boots on fire
Hair all wild
He's doing it wrong

You have breath that walks a step ahead of you
And I hear talk like horn music
It's sometimes nice

Don't upset or push her around
I know she's the light
For your cracked leather kind
Not doing it right

And put your fag out on the flag or you'll burn us all
And I hear talk like horn music
But mostly I'm occupied

Welcome to mine and my brothers garden
Which, praise the lord, will never leave
Will never die