Avant Gardener lyrics

I sleep in late

Another day

Oh what a wonder

Oh what a waste.

It’s a monday

It’s so mundane

What exciting things

Will happen today?

The yard is full of hard rubbish it’s a mess and

I guess the neighbors must think we run a meth lab

We should amend that

I pull the sheets back

It’s 40 degrees

And i feel like i’m dying.

Life’s getting hard in here

So i do some gardening

Anything to take my mind away from where it’s supposed to be.

The nice lady next door talks of green beds

And all the nice things that she wants to plant in them

I wanna grow tomatoes on the front steps.

Sunflowers, bean sprouts, sweet corn and radishes.

I feel pro-active

I pull out weeds

All of a sudden

I’m having trouble breathing in.

My hands are shaky

My knees are weak

I can’t seem to stand

On my own two feet

I’m breathing but i’m wheezing

Feel like i’m emphysem-in’

My throat feels like a funnel

Filled with weet bix and kerosene and

Oh no, next thing i know

They call up triple o

I’d rather die than owe the hospital

Till I get old

I get adrenalin

Straight to the heart

I feel like Uma Thurman

Post-overdosing kick start

Reminds me of the time

When I was really sick and I

Had too much psuedoefedryn and I

Couldn’t sleep at night

Halfway down high street, Andy looks ambivalent

He’s probably wondering what i’m doing getting in an ambulance

The paramedic thinks I’m clever cos I play guitar

I think she’s clever cos she stops people dying

Anaphylactic and super hypocondriactic

Should’ve stayed in bed today

I much prefer the mundane.

I take a hit from

An asthma puffer

I do it wrong

I was never good at smoking bongs.

I’m not that good at breathing in.