Toolshed
Lyrics
Out by the tracks, where the sunflowers grow high and fine
Three sets of tracks, Steve and Rochelle's, and the last one's mine
Guy with a hat down in the weeds in a cardboard box
Secrets to keep, records to seal up, kittens weighed down with rocks
There was a little toolshed
Where he made us suffer 60
Back at the school, everyone looks like the enemy
And we couldn't sleep, and I had the voices inside of me
Steve and Rochelle and me down the well all semester long
Back to the tracks to try and make peace but the box was gone, was gone
There was a little toolshed
Where the sad man 61 made us suffer
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