Joan of Arc - The Garden of Cartoon Exclamations Lyrics

Knuckle-deep in the soil in the garden of cartoon exclamations
Among the zoinks!-vines and shazam-roots,
Suffering succotash, leafy green good-griefs
Each uses the other as his own playing field
To help boost the clichés of the future -
Kittens named Kitler and depressants as baby-sitters

This one's a box! And this box contains
the electricity and the range
of who in an emergency seems to have emerged as me
so in some other someday baby
just say don't bother - it's a bummer
And leave the hows and fors of things
for the nilla wafers and chz puffs

She's come to recognize the sound of her own name being written
And each breath is her signature
She's come to recognize the sound of her own name being written
And each brush stroke is her signature
She's come to recognize the sound of her own name being written
And each moan is her signature

But "Why" still must be the heaviest soft syllable