Yard Lyrics - Nick Cave & The Bad Seed

In our yard 

How many chickens can we count 

on our fingers and toes 

on their toes 

sitting on fathers hole 

siting on his chest 

crushing rocks of dirt 

the earth is soft in our 

yard yard 

stones in my shoes 

and feet 

dragging them through museums 

where 

under glass 

refridgerate 

freeze 

hands and feet 

and knobbly knees 

yard yard