Beasty

Farm inside of the sea, touch of the breeze
 Bread is to man like hay is to beast
 Honey from a weed, for to make his mead
 Grown sweet from a bitter seed
 He inhales the fragrance of the wilderness
 Four men step upon Queen Anne's lace
 Scarlet to Mars, bed of hay
 Driftwood dries for the evening fire
 How in the world did we get this far?
 Driving around in our motorcars
 Where in the world can we see the stars?
 Hollywood, Greece, or Mars
 Onions for fish, a wish for a wish
 Bread is to man, hay is to beast
 Amber wine for his lunchtime
 Beans for soup from his garden green
 Weary feet after a day of heat
 Bed of hay, scarlet to Mars
 Spine of the mountain, marble green
 Honey from a weed, for to make his mead
 How in the world did we get this far?
 Driving around in our motorcars
 Where in the world can we see the stars?
 Hollywood, Greece, or Mars
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 A farm inside of the sea, touch of the breeze
 Bread is to man like hay is to beast
 Honey from a weed, for to make his mead
 Grown sweet from a bitter seed
 Bread is to man like hay is to beasty
 How in the world did we get this far?
 Driving around in our motorcars
 Where in the world can we see the stars?
 Hollywood, Greece, or Mars
 How in the world did we get this far?