Prairie Dog - Laika

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

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

Surely things will change now

Surely things will change now

Surely things will change now

Surely things will change now