So long, he's been working too hard, in the Deep South too long.
Sometimes he won't know what he'll say, he only knows it's a matter of mind.
When you hate someone, when you hate everyone.
It sounds so right, so strong and blue, he needs to blurt so you know too.
Maybe he's wrong, someone tell him he's a racist moron.
That brain of his he keeps in his pants, should think twice before it rants.
I've been raking up against a tree, thinking of current news.
I've been raking up against a tree, without a leaf blower.
I've been raking with time to think in peace and form some views.
Yeah, raking leaves up against a tree, thinking of current news.
That's all done, all those leaves could be put to use.
Bonfires burning effigies of Lou Crimp.
Ditch Guy Fawkes Day, the wrong season by far.
Matariki fires, yeah, burn the hate away.
Yeah, that makes more sense, less of a fire risk in this damp season.
Much more fun than getting him to listen to reason.
I've been raking up against a tree, thinking of current news.
I've been raking up against a tree, without a leaf blower.
I've been raking with time to think in peace and form some views.
Yeah, raking leaves up against a tree, thinking of current news.
