At The Campfire

The Garden

Compositor: Fletcher Shears / Wyatt Shears

Top o’ the mornin’!

Push me in a house, lock the door
Check the basement, under the floor
A little critter crawlin’ up
Lock the door, check the basement
Because people will do anything for a pot of gold

I fell asleep as a fire blazed
Tell me a tale from another day
Fell asleep as a fire blazed
Tell me a tale from another day
Fuck with the future when it’s not that bright
I'm too scared to stay another night
Fuck with the future when it’s not that bright
I'm too scared to stay another night

Push me in a house, lock the door
Check the basement, under the floor
A little critter crawlin’ up
Push me in a house, lock the door
Check the basement
And that’s because people will do anything for a pot of gold

I fell asleep as a fire blazed
Tell me a tale from another day
Fell asleep as a fire blazed
Tell me a tale from another day
Fuck with the future when it’s not that bright
I'm too scared to stay another night
Fuck with the future when it’s not that bright
I'm too scared to stay another night

Yeah
Push me in a house, lock the door!
Check the basement, under the floor!