Back to the Garden

Old Jack he had a sack of them magic beans
This garden's been sown for a long, long time
Now everywhere you look, you see a pillar of green
And the reaper's just waiting 'til we're ripe on the vine

A bright red apple led us into sin
The devil's been cooking for a long, long time
So it could be an eggplant to lead us back again
That sounds just fine

We're going back to the garden and out of the night
I saw a fiery head of broccoli in a dream
There'll be artichokes and rutabagas
Collard greens and sweet potatoes
Reaching from the earth to push us into the light

Gonna carve a jack-o-lantern, hang the garlic high
This crop's been coming for a long, long time
Flaming red peppers will rain down from the sky
And your tap water will turn into okra slime

There'll come a day you step out of the house
And see a thousand armed soldiers with potatoes in their mouth
Everyone's damned and everyone's saved
With a parsley garnish on every grave

We're going back to the garden and out of the night
I saw a fiery head of broccoli in a dream
There'll be artichokes and rutabagas
Collard greens and sweet potatoes
Reaching from the earth to push us into the light

[spoken]
My friends, we are standing at the dawn of a new era. The United League of Vegetation, has just unanimously approved the new legislation, which places complete restriction on all forms of human migration. Anyone caught moving faster than a turnip will be shot. Now, I know what you're all thinking: What am I going to do with myself? I've got to go pick up the kids. There's a turkey in the oven. Relax. Don't panic. This isn't so bad. You've just got to calm down. Now, close your eyes and imagine a bright, red, pulsing orb just in front of your forehead. Can you see it? Good. Can you feel it? I said, can you feel it? Can you feel the beet?

Oh, forget about your taxes and your student loans
This garden's pesticide free, organically grown
Listen to your roots, they'll tell you what's real
This world is an onion, all center, all peel

We're going back to the garden and out of the night
I saw a fiery head of broccoli in a dream
There'll be artichokes and rutabagas
Collard greens and sweet potatoes
Reaching from the earth to push us into the light

From the heavens comes a hail
Of cabbage, cauliflower, and kale
They're reaching from the earth to push us into the light