livin with you was the gum on my shoe who knew kingston would put us to bed my communist brother my earth fairy mother he was only alive in our heads now uncles and aunties to raise up the families are sappin an old metal pale utopian dreams that would grow us some green like the chicken shit under the kale and it s not hard to say goodbye it s hard to say goodbye sometimes now it s not hard to say goodbye oh we steal like a seagull til our dreams become legal we ll barter for the rest of our lives cooperative living on some bastard thanksgiving that we carve with our grandparents knives we shake up the lettuce now which one is daddy unschool them til their brains hit the floor but we don t have the skill or the cast iron will to keep us that happy or poor now it s not hard to say goodbye and it s hard to say goodbye sometimes now it s not hard to say goodbye
['albany ny indie']