The Stain - Sleepytime Gorilla Museum

A man is digging in the delta

In the dark soil with his bare hands

To work the land for generations

Is he a fool?

And I am working in my garden

To stem the tide of grass and weeds

With the green machine and roto-tiller

I break for lunch

The man has planted all his seeds now

His tired hands are black with oil

Nothing grows

The man is thin and hungry because he’s lazy

The seeds are sprouting in my garden

My soft white hands are stained with blood

Again this year I will reap the harvest that I deserve