Beasty

Farm inside of the sea, touch of the breeze

Bread is to man like hay is to beast

Honey from a weed, for to make his mead

Grown sweet from a bitter seed

He inhales the fragrance of the wilderness

Four men step upon Queen Anne's lace

Scarlet to Mars, bed of hay

Driftwood dries for the evening fire

How in the world did we get this far?

Driving around in our motorcars

Where in the world can we see the stars?

Hollywood, Greece, or Mars

Onions for fish, a wish for a wish

Bread is to man, hay is to beast

Amber wine for his lunchtime

Beans for soup from his garden green

Weary feet after a day of heat

Bed of hay, scarlet to Mars

Spine of the mountain, marble green

Honey from a weed, for to make his mead

How in the world did we get this far?

Driving around in our motorcars

Where in the world can we see the stars?

Hollywood, Greece, or Mars

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A farm inside of the sea, touch of the breeze

Bread is to man like hay is to beast

Honey from a weed, for to make his mead

Grown sweet from a bitter seed

Bread is to man like hay is to beasty

How in the world did we get this far?

Driving around in our motorcars

Where in the world can we see the stars?

Hollywood, Greece, or Mars

How in the world did we get this far?