http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TCNKkuxnrHs
We grew up in cellophane, neon cereals, tanning cathode rays.
We were rinsed in pesticide, bleached with aspartame, antiseptic play.
You could tell from our soft feet
We were strangers to the land
And you could tell from our clean clothes that we were petrified of dirt and plants and sand
Take me out to the forest
Roll me in the soil, let me smell the earth
Paint my face with berries
Stuff them in my mouth 'til my stomach bursts
And when the brambles shred my skin
I bleed a red that shows the life within
And the blackberry stains on my hands
Are not from a lab, no they come from the land.
