
Yellow, Blue, And Green Songtext
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You can call it what you want but I don't know,
Why the things in your garden, why they grow,
You can call me if you want,
But I don't know if I'll pick up the phone
I cut that photo from a Marxist magazine,
And I took my pens and added yellow, blue and green,
I wish there was an easy way to make this photo,
Just a bit more interesting, interesting, interesting
I thought examples would let some of my ideas stick,
But (like my idols) it's been written with love,
And it's been sealed with a kick, sealed with a kick
Monday morning won't let me go back to sleep,
Telling me what I can and cannot believe,
Maybe a handgun will be my last chance,
To make that existential leap
This week goes by much too, much too quick,
Why the things in your garden, why they grow,
You can call me if you want,
But I don't know if I'll pick up the phone
I cut that photo from a Marxist magazine,
And I took my pens and added yellow, blue and green,
I wish there was an easy way to make this photo,
Just a bit more interesting, interesting, interesting
I thought examples would let some of my ideas stick,
But (like my idols) it's been written with love,
And it's been sealed with a kick, sealed with a kick
Monday morning won't let me go back to sleep,
Telling me what I can and cannot believe,
Maybe a handgun will be my last chance,
To make that existential leap
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