Prairie Dog

Prairie now isn't that a pretty word
Rolls off the tongue like a setting sun
You should have heard what i heard
A shriek a syllable a sleight of hand

Prairie now isn't that a lonely word
Slips through the hands like a falling star
You should have seen what i saw
A mask an artifice a skillful smear

If i could pull the nerves from my skin
If i could pull the nerves from my skin i would

Prairie now isn't that an evil word
Trips on its feet like a slouching beast
Surely things will change now
A start a plan a place to go
If i could pull the nerves from my skin
If i could pull the nerves from my skin i would