Sank into their calculations and snorted on a stench
A bare arithmetic
Look for the boy who was hanging his head low
More trophies and ideas to follow their pretend
With a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face
He followed with obedience and fell in the nettles
Afterwards those spikey whispers said he bought his own rope
And skipped the bits they loathed
Didn't scramble to find a dock leaf to capture back our hope
To advice? His mind had closed
He lost all his foot holes
And with a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face
He followed with obedience and fell in the nettles, fell in the nettles, fell in the nettles
He was a toothpick and the garlic and the cinder upon the path
Failed to blunt or hinder, a slow collapse
And clinging to the door frame he was trapped
After a reminder of where he had been
With a smile in his pocket and a scowl on his face
There was nowhere to flee
Just had to tent in the nettles