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I shake and shiver like the winter trees in the breeze I'm as flimsy as a branch that's shaking back and forth from the air I breath And when the birds come in And the birds come a-sitting on my arms. I'm a color of trees with the greatest disease And oh please, please I'm on my knees And I hold it to myself that I'm a beautiful piece of the earth And I hope and pray that when I fall down I will be a place for the birds. With the fungi dripping upon my skin, I'm gonna hold them close I'm gonna say, âBe my clothes!â I'm gonna be my clothes, yea. I wanna be a tree I'm gonna hug all the people that I see I'm gonna be a chemical replacement plant And I will churn out smoke like my God damn aunt Who used to sit on the couch and smoke cigars by herself With all her sisters around telling God damn stories about The operating company. And I sware to God that when I get old enough I'm gonna buy a lot of cigarette and burn them down I'm gonna start a forest fire as big as my town. From Letras Mania