Karaoké The King of Carrot Flowers, Pt. One Neutral Milk Hotel

When you were young you were the king of carrot flowers

And how you built a tower tumblin' through the trees

In holy rattlesnakes that fell all 'round your feet

And your mom would stick a fork right into daddy's shoulder

And dad would throw the garbage all across the floor

As we would lay and learn what each other's bodies were for

And this is the room one afternoon

I knew I could love you

And from above you how I sank into your soul

Into that secret place where no one dares to go

And your mom would drink until she was no longer speakin'

And dad would dream of all the different ways to die

Each one a little more than he could dare to try-y-y-y