The Finest Joke Is Upon Us

Mother, feeling your hand I
 Believe you and I did then
 And mother, release every bad seed
 The geese are leaving the trees
 Exposed to winter's cold
 They waited too long
 But we too exaggerated
 And I take the cake away
 It's a long song
 And I can play it so
 Give me a pick now
 Collector of bones
 Words of smoke
 Distorted, never broken
 Paradise is open but I choke
 One of these days when I see through the smoke
 There'll be the day I get the joke
 Exposed to winter's cold
 They waited too long
 But we too exaggerated
 And I take the cake away
 It's a long song
 And I can play it so
 Give me a pick now
 Collector of bones
 Words of smoke
 Distorted, never broken
 Paradise is open but I choke
 One of these days when I see through the smoke
 There'll be the day I get the joke