Food Will Win the War — Cactus lyrics

Lyrics

Four years
I wanna go Out with you
It’s so cold
Gowanus Canal
In concrete boots
You’ve been warned
This is what you get
When you mess with us You f**ked up Spout shit
Violate our trust
Bad news
Just heard
Worn out used up two-thirds
One flock
The rest are just
Dying birds
The cactus tree
The cactus me It pricks my hand and wants to bleed
A short trip
Van Brunt’s okay
To the water front
Some blown glass
Some carved wood
Gonna have some fun
A small shop
Petit café
And a drink with you
A quick game
Afternoon delight
And a smoke with you
Bad news
Just heard
Worn out used up two-thirds
One flock
The rest are just
Dying birds
The cactus tree
The cactus me It pricks my hand and wants to bleed
The cactus tree