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Lying in the nude with my Apple G4 cube I am rendering a porcupine in Bryce And in Stratavision Pro I'm designing where to grow Little apples when I build a haybale house I heard on Ananova while snoozing in the clover They've mapped the human genotype at last And when the news was done I looked up into the sun Through my Fuji DV1 and photographed a lone Golden eagle like a Stealth jet on a test As the cliches turn to truths Like the trees begin to lose SongtexteTheir leaves I think I've lost where I belong Tears fill up my eyes Cos I'm leaving life behind To live forever in a country music song I drank and then I lied I shot and then I died I woke up under open country sky Is West Virginia real Here on my windshield It sure as hell looks strange In the weird Blue Mountain rain Lke a figment of my melancholy mind The seasons as they turn A log fire as it burns Country music always at my heels I'm becoming all the songs I've been living them so long I sometimes sing the words in Japanese Break me out of jail Before my memory fails I don't believe in destiny or God Did a flying sauce come Flying from the sun And fry my brain and dazzle me with fog Did it take my soul away Is that why it's all so strange I've forgotten the refrain Bury me at sea Say Who the hell was he? Or weep on bended knee But say these lines: 'Here lies a fool who never knew Who he really was and threw away the little apples The little apples of his mind' Aus Songtexte Mania