Fruit Bats - The Ruminant Band lyrics

You'll always have smokes
If you always give buckets of love
Like little sad Tad who was
Living on beetles and grubs
He had a blued-eyed merle and
Loved an Indian girl
Lived alone in the warm wet fields
In his corner of the world

You'll always eat bread
If you always have seeds to sow
Like old Zen Ben who lived
With a murder of crows
He wore a crown of beans and a belt of weeds
Slept alone in the warm wet fields
On a bed of mustard seed

You won't lose the beat
If you just keep clapping your hands
Like sweet sweet Pete who clapped
For the Ruminant Band
He had a broken lung and a bit-off tongue
Lived alone in the warm wet fields
Under moon and under sun