Bugs And Flowers

O[G]ut in the f[D]orest
Out past the s[G]tone wall
Built by old f[D]armers
Or older gu[G]ys
I saw a ra[Am]ilway
With tracks all r[C]usted
Wild flowers bloo[Em]ming
Up through the ti[G]des

I set out walking
Just cross-tie walking
Out on the cross-ties
Where I could step
Sometimes I missed one
Sometimes there was none
Sometimes the flowers
Had eaten it

The sun was burning
The flies were churning
The trees were turning
Inside the sky
The tracks were rotten
Some trash forgotten
Sometimes a bottle with ash inside

I've been a walker
A sidewalk talker
Out on the sidewalks
Where I could stay
Someday my body
Will look real shoddy
Wherever flowers have eaten it

Voracious flowers
Voracious hours
Voracious people
Voracious slime
Words like voracious
Just sound like nonsense
After you say them about five times

These flowers blooming
They are not human
These flies and insects
Are really weird
Their backs are shiny
Their souls are tiny
And by the zillions
They've disappeared

So if there's life after
It's packed with insects
It's filled with flowers
No room for us
When they kick the bucket
They just say chuck it
They come and go like
Infinite dust

(Whistle) same chords as verse

The human race's
Beautiful faces
Changing places
Reform and bust
When we kick the bucket
Let's just say chuck it
We'll come and go like
Infinite dust

You can play the same chords as the verse over it if you want)