The Gardener

Sorry for the setback

I know i let you down

Turn back the clocks and step back

And spring might come around

My little misbegotten...

You're quite a stubborn bud!

If we can't make you open

We will take it out in blood

We'll make a man out of you yet!

We will plant brambles in your bed!

Just close your eyes and count to ten...

This is as close as you will get...

Oh is our little willow weeping?

Flutter to your knees

The untilled things before me,

Oh the possibilities

Thank you for the warning,

But i still see the sun...

A little global warming

Never hurt no one...

We'll make a man out of you yet

A crown of thorns around your head

Get off your knees and have a look

This is as good as it will get...

At last my pretty flower

Is getting put to use

You've always been a failure

But now you're bearing strange new fruit...

The inside is all wilted

But the rest is fertile, so

I will take the belt from off the hook

And watch the garden grow

We'll make a man out of you yet

You won't know what will hit you next

The gardener's coming to collect

You wanted love?

That's what you get...

The gardener's coming to collect

The gardener's coming to collect

The gardener's coming to collect

The gardener's coming to collect

The gardener's coming to collect