Water flows uphill toward money
Desert lawns green as dollar bills
I just work the gardens here
I'm not paid for opinions, dear
So I leave it alone
Escalade sits dripping in the driveway
Blasting frigid air in their climate-controlled cocoon
I'm here to shear the shrubbery
Till the heat turns my thoughts rubbery
And I leave it alone
I'm gonna spend the summer stoned
Where the wild cornflowers blow
And not the smallest thing at all on my mind
I'm gonna spend the summer stoned
Where the climbing ivy goes
Up and over the garden wall there to find
Me in my stoned summer
Inside the gate 40 sprinklers saturate the place
All Kentucky Blue where scrub land used to be
I'm one of the many minions
I'm not paid for opinions
So I leave it alone
I leave it alone
I'm gonna spend the summer stoned
Where the wild cornflowers blow
And not the smallest thing at all on my mind
I'm gonna spend the summer stoned
Where the climbing ivy goes
Up and over the garden wall there to find
Me in my stoned summer