Texty: Deerhoof. Apple Bomb.

I said God
In the trees its lovely
But its lonely
With a bone
He will try to clone me
Make a mother
There will be another me

Your Mom
When the bomb exploded
Overloaded
Eaten fruit birthday suit decoded
I decided
You would like another mom
Bomb Bomb Bomb

Marry me lucky tree
You're my tree
and you're my three

When you burn
Now I'm free
To find me . . . . Number four
And number four can marry me

Bomb Bomb Bomb. . . .

Just like me
Final tree
You're lovely
But you're lonely. . .
I will clone thee
Little tree