Tricycle (Lawn Cycle) Video (MV)

I'm that first blade of grass that sees the morning sky
My life seems to be a riddle I sit here and wonder why
I've been destined to sit in this field
I haven't a clue
But you know what they say
For real
Early blade gets the dew
So I sit here drenched in the dews wetness like sweat
And hear the subtle rumble of a couple of hoof steps
In my direction
I sway with the wind for protection
But my grassroots hold me stationary inside of the section
So my fate
To be tasted by cow
I shutter quick
Blackout
In one end and right out the other I slip
Shit!
Yeah I think thats what its called
And the plan was to escape this waste and erase it all
From my mind
I find a path through time real narrow
Went from shit pile, to shovel, to wheelbarrow
Then they package me up, and place me inside a store
Next to a sign
Nine ninety nine for extra-fine manure
Sold
To the farmer in the overalls
Placed in his pickup truck next to shotgun and bowling ball
Opens up the package then his plan is revealed
He sprinkles me all over the very same field
The end and the beginning
They're somewhat parallel
A swell life cycle
Endless relentless carousel
Endless relentless carousel
Endless relentless carousel