I know a clean way out, the vandals made it low   The day so lean, the nighttime slips in a song   There was a shot way out, down past Varina   I burn my bed and run naked in the Winter      Well oh well, the pines are getting to me, consider my life,   I'm wild but I'm not free      By all accounts it was a heavy snow   Brown is black by contrast I'm aglow   I hear, "Wait. You! I'm a man, you're the beast!"   But I'm just running so how can that be?      Well oh well, the pines are getting to me, consider my life   I'm wild but I'm not free   Well oh well, the pines are getting to me, believe me my eyes,   There's a thousand left like me      Reconstruct my body, capture me in flight   Glue in resin marbles, give me shiny eyes   Life like