Woorden: Widespread Panic. The Last Straw.

Straw can bury us
We can carry the hay
But straws can break
Like the reasons for my behavior


Straws mend
And straws bend
And dry ones catch like
A secret worth never paid for


Strong muscles
My strong muscles
Plowman, come and dig my farm
It's only making my body sneeze


Straw


Straw can bury us
We can carry us

But you better jump right now
Cause these brakes left some sparks
And now the wagon's caught fire


Let's jump up on the camel's back
Not one straw there gonna break his back
Not one straw there gonna break his back
Just the weight of five short men


Let's jump up on the camel's back
Not one straw there gonna break his back
Not one straw there gonna break his back
Just the weight of six young men