Pumpkins Songtext
von War Room

A ripe morning gave way to a crisp breeze
and upon the horizon a speck appeared out of fertile air
and made my body seize.

The figure now sprouted limbs and its posture erect.
So I pried myself from my stupor to scale this insect,
from the homestead I read him like scripture.


A strange aura emanated
it was parasitic and it was foreign.
I took a look at my fields of maize and pumpkins
and I was enraged by what I now saw.
So I jumped to action, I laced up my boots
and I buttoned up my Thursday best
and slammed the door wide open.
Now the awnings rattle as I chase this pest.

Perhaps I′ve been too hard on you my boy
I'm sure I could spare you just one of my pumpkins.
Now hold on a second that doesn′t sound quite like me
I'd never give up one of my pumpkins so easily.
How about you run down to your local farmers market or greengrocer and pick up yourself a pumpkin of the Kent or butternut variety.
I don't really care what it is,
just as long as you stay away from my fucking pumpkins.