Plague of Daisies

A song by Jonathan Fashbaugh

Fragrance in the air
All the people live by it
With more yellow and white
Even Main Street grows quiet
The doors shut up. The gates go down.
When the Flora kick the Fauna out of
Their own town

Chorus
When the rubber daisies are crowding the drum
And the plastic babies have their own fun
Beckoning all the savage daisies to come
Enjoying their Hades day, every one
When the rubber daisies are crowing the drum

The old folks are always saying
They remember when the fields were safe to play in.
Before the flowers sprouted a will
Grown tired of shedding chlorophyll

I'd risk burning my fingers if it meant to
Smell the day when burning rubber lingers
Black thread smoke swirls
That day would mean we're free
But how will that day ever come to be?

They love me, they love me not!
It don't matter now, cuz their luck is shot.
I'm gonna rip their pedals from their stamens and leave them there!
Nothing but weeds beneath my
Feet for all I care.
Not a single daisy will grow tall.
I'll crush them, I'll crush them, I'll crush them all!