roots are cut

now that i've found my dress
i'll go out in style.
funeral home is a thousand miles away
but driving my Hearse to your grave is worth the pay.

we proudly present, ladies and gents
a forest and a dozer.
study your orchids
before my bulldozers are over.
splintered arms, dried up farms,
that's what our town is made for.

spots on my liver make me shiver.