Well, if they see us: Divine
And if they see us, well, you got mine
Nobody works in my garden
The water dripping from a leaky spout
Got into my mouth as we were skipping about
Londyn, carry me like autumn leaves
Underneath the naked trees
Blowing winter breeze
Look at the evergreens!
Nobody works in my garden no more
Nobody cares to look
'Cause if there's something that's worth taking
It's something they already took
Londyn, can you feel my pain?
You rolled through the crowd like a freight train
Running all over everybody looking at us
Like we're shit going down the drain
Because I've got a needle in my brain
Since I ran from the smell of a summer rain
Now it's cold and you're bitter 'bout the cats in the litter
Though I guess it's really all the same