Guided By Voices - The Finest Joke Is Upon Us lyrics

Mother, feeling your hand i Believe you and i did then And mother, release every bad seed The geese are leaving the trees Exposed to winter's cold They waited too long But we too exaggerated And i take the cake away It's a long song And i can play it so Give me a pick now collector of bones Words of smoke Distorted, never broken Paradise is open but i choke One of these days when i see through the smoke That'll be the day i get the joke (repeat from "exposed to winter's cold")