In the twinkling of an eye, my sentence gets passed
And I drop to the ground and I go slithering through the grass
Carving out battle lines as I crawl
Find a hollow branch to rest in, slip inside
Wait for mice to poke their heads in, jaw hinged open wide
Hang by my tail, listening for the call
Cos someday, someday the call will sound
We all, we all are gonna get up from the ground
Feel the wet leaves pressed against me, cling like drowning men
Try to hoist myself up right, try again,
Hold on to the memories all night
And where my legs and arms once sprouted, skin is smooth and slick
Rub the smooth spots on some rough rocks, I feel cold and sick
Hold on to the battle plan, hold tight
Cos someday, someday, the call will sound
We all, we all are gonna get up from the ground.