The Taxpayers - Plant Oak Lyrics
Mother Mary, make me good. Give me money. Give me hope.Where is the door? What should I do? Clouds have gathered under you.Hey, Saint Michael, fallen from grace - you arch angel in disgrace.Where is the light? What should I do? Clouds have gathered under you."Link hands, lie down, and tie rope. By the full moon and black skies, plant oak."Listen Satan, I am at a loss. No one can give me a word with God.Where is the power? Where is the truth?"You know the answer, you know what to do: Link hands, lie down, and tie rope. By the full moon and black skies, plant oak."