Prairie Dog Town

Album: Levitate (2009)
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  • Poppin' up, poppin' down
    Burrowing, making their funny little sounds
    Guarding the ground and rooting all around
    Watch your dry bones in the prairie dog town

    Teddy Roosevelt said come quick
    There′s a phenomenon and I'm in
    The thick of it
    Riding around the badlands range
    They came upon those creatures so strange
    They're so small they couldn't hurt you
    Just like they said about Napoleon too
    Oh so cute they're sneaking around
    Hiding the crimes 'round the Prairie Dog Town
    They lay in wait 'neath the Dakota moon
    For the chance to make you
    Their next victim soon
    Poppin' up, poppin' down
    Burrowing, making their funny little sounds
    Guarding the ground and rooting all around
    Watch your dry bones in the prairie dog town

    Went to a party at the Prairie Dog Town
    Hills and holes and manicured grounds
    Gaiety and chattering was in the air
    While grinning teeth waited to bite you there
    Small of mind better watch your back
    Need rapid-moving eyes just to keep track
    Behind the Bush he makes the gut strings wail
    You can't judge a dog by the wag of it's tail

    Poppin' up, poppin' down
    Burrowing, making their funny little sounds
    Guarding the ground and rooting all around
    Watch your dry bones in the prairie dog town

    Don't put your trust in a prairie dog
    They'll rob you back and steal your drawers
    Stay in your car behind the glass
    Or you might get some big
    Sharp teeth in that ass

    Disregard the great ethical truths
    It's the collective life of the herd for you
    Closed society, no open door policy
    Collectivist secretive ideology utilitarian
    Sublimation of individual identities
    Suppression of dissidents
    Communal living country club victory
    For him and her and she and he
    Poppin' up, poppin' down
    Burrowing, making their funny little sounds
    Guarding the ground and rooting all around
    Watch your dry bones in the prairie dog town

    The rose grows sick from the
    Dark love of the worm
    That finds it's way to her crimson bed
    And twists and turns and burrows and burns Writer/s: BRUCE RANDALL HORNSBY, CALVIN CORDAZOR BROADUS, CHAD HUGO, PHARRELL L. WILLIAMS
    Publisher: Downtown Music Publishing, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Comments: 1

  • Mark from Atlanta, GaThe fact that the word Bush is capitalized proves it is about more than a literal animal colony. The political message is obvious.
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