violets bloom in the meadow
carnations creep through the door
roses climb with their tangling vines
and lavender litters the floor
and the riot crowd is screaming
and the riot crowd screams

someone call up the mayor
there's been a crime on mulberry street
they got up at dawn and went out to their lawn
and distributed wildflower seeds
and the riot crowd won't have it
no the riot crowd won't

don't you try to hide
we've got pesticides
put your plants up we've got you surrounded
we are bona fide
truth personified
don't come any closer we'll get the bulldozer
and pull you out
no spring allowed

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Call me Moth. I listen to a lot of electronic music and write a lot of indie folk. Enjoy your stay.

mothic