Old Growth

You used to tell me stories When I was a boy And I would sit and listen And watch And it's design would suit you well Until I'd come to know the truth And, well, I'll tell you why They say it's okay, that's a lie All that is broken sticks They say it's okay, that's a lie All that is broken sticks You say they served a purpose I say they have no meaning Like when you'd live through ninety-nine But you wont make it through fifty-six They say it's okay, that's a lie All that is broken sticks That say it's okay, that's a lie All that is broken sticks A lie All that is broken sticks