Garden Songtext
von The Collection

I planted a garden
Full of things that turned out rotten
Fruits and greens for miles and miles
That even insects thought were bad
So I thought I′d sing about it
Try and make my friends all like them
Maybe everyone would love me more
If I sounded really sad

So I shot a man in Afghanistan
He was bleeding on me
And he said his name was Jesus
And he never had an army
As he took his dying breath
The last thing that he thought he'd tell me
Is "It′s better to die for nothing
Than to kill just for your country"
And my heart wept
As the truth slipped


Then I dreamed of
Parades and politicians
And a savior who allowed them to rewrite his words
Until it matched the war inside their hearts

So I act like I have a right to
Sing about the things that aren't right
From the comfort of my couch
I pretend I've done nothing wrong
As I hoard my money closely
Bury coins for all my groceries
And I haven′t met my neighbors yet
But I promise I will someday soon
′Cause it's only been two years since I moved here
Inside this neighborhood
And how much longer could it be
′Til we are family, we are blood?
So I'll just play my songs and hope that
They come swooning to my door
The only thing that life′s worth doing
Is that one thing that you're made for
Well, am I made for myself anymore?

Without doubt, I am nothing at all