We thought we heard a bear,
we turned around to run,
me and my cousins one by one,
thought man if i had a gun,
i'd have shot him in the head,
i'd of shot that big bear dead,
laid his skin out in the sun,
and hang him up to dry with clothespins,
and the town would think me brave,
throw a party in my honor,
mom would paint my face with deerblood,
i'd enter like a god,
and the bear'd be on a flagpole,
wave to all the little boys and girls,
come spring he would disintegrate,
and be reborn a plumber,
so suddenly it seems to me i ain't no artist,
i ougha be the dirt along the ocean floor,
so when it drains i'll float to shore,
now scathingly i'll throw the paint against my wall,
and fall and faint,
my bones will know just what to do,
by the break of dawn i will be new,
we thought we saw a man,
we could not see a gun,
so my brother said move on,
thought man if i had a bomb,
i'd of blown the scoundrel up,
watch his head and heart hiccup,
erupt in tinsel and blue cinders turn august into winter,
and we'd build a big snowman out of his pancreas and glitter,
grab a scarf so he won't shiver,
it'll keep him nice and warm,
and the man he'd blow to heaven,
be among his loves and brethren,
in the morning he'd wake up to find himself reborn a bear,
so suddenly it seems to me i ain't no artist,
i oughta be the dirt of the ocean flooor,
so when it drains i'll float to shore,
now scathingly i'll throw the paint along the mountains,
liberate the blue all the seagulls will adore,
they won't care for the fish anymore,
i guess i...i will wake up,
i'll shakre this off,
i'll call my cousins,
miss my brother my father my mother,
and my big sister in mew mexico,
i don't recall it was just a dream,
but if i see a bear i hope it might come back to me