The brownfields turn green You’re walking in his garden I think it is a form of art In its own way The neighbourhood is glad with this garden
No hiding in streets His mother is here Little dealers have elder sisters Well they are here The strawberries fall right in your hand
They fall right in your hand
It’s hard to listen It’s so hard to see When all you see is shadows And all you hear is reversed speakers Push activate Your life will be the same As it ever was As it ever was
Strawberry tower makes you happy Let’s question the fine arts As they are nowadays So very fine The neighbourhood Is glad with this garden
Don’t blame it on the man When he closes his gate Know it’s his but he shares it With all of us
It’s hard to listen It’s so hard to see When all you see is shadows And all you hear is reversed speakers Push activate Your life will be the same As it ever was As it ever was
It’s hard to listen It’s so hard to see When all you see is shadows And all you hear is jeepers creepers Push activate Your life will be the same As it ever was