Pulp - Weeds II lyrics
[Pulp - Weeds II lyrics]
This is the true story of the
Weeds: the origin of the species
A story of cultivation, exploitation
Civilization found flowering on wasteland
Unnoticed, unofficial, accidental
A cutting was taken but weeds
Do not thrive under hothouse
Conditions & wilt when in competition
With more exotic strains a charming naivety
Very short flowering season
No sooner has the first blooming
Begun than decay sets in bring your camera
Take photo of life on the margins
Offer money in exchange for sex &
Then get a taxi home
The story has always been the same
A source of wonder due to
Their ability to thrive
On poor quality soil offering
Very little nourishment
Drinking 'Nurishment' but weeds must be kept
Under strict control or
They will destroy everything in their path
Growing wild
Then harvested in their prime &
Passed around at dinner parties
Care for some weed? So natural, so wild
So unrefined & someone's gonna make
A fortune one day
If only they can market this stuff right
Come on: do your dance
Come on, do your funny little dance
Germination plantation exploitation
Civilization a sensational buzz - zzzzzz
Crop rotation genetic modification
The creation
Of expectation ultimate frustration
This is the story of the weeds:
The origin of the species
Weeds: the origin of the species
A story of cultivation, exploitation
Civilization found flowering on wasteland
Unnoticed, unofficial, accidental
A cutting was taken but weeds
Do not thrive under hothouse
Conditions & wilt when in competition
With more exotic strains a charming naivety
Very short flowering season
No sooner has the first blooming
Begun than decay sets in bring your camera
Take photo of life on the margins
Offer money in exchange for sex &
Then get a taxi home
The story has always been the same
A source of wonder due to
Their ability to thrive
On poor quality soil offering
Very little nourishment
Drinking 'Nurishment' but weeds must be kept
Under strict control or
They will destroy everything in their path
Growing wild
Then harvested in their prime &
Passed around at dinner parties
Care for some weed? So natural, so wild
So unrefined & someone's gonna make
A fortune one day
If only they can market this stuff right
Come on: do your dance
Come on, do your funny little dance
Germination plantation exploitation
Civilization a sensational buzz - zzzzzz
Crop rotation genetic modification
The creation
Of expectation ultimate frustration
This is the story of the weeds:
The origin of the species