Astroturf (Live in Chicago ’23)

This song's called "Astroturf"

Woo

[Verse 1]

Woo!

Everything's dead here

Covered in plastic

Everything's fluoro

Evergreen matter

Gotta stop grass growin'

Cover that wormhole

Gotta stop birds from

Shitting on my lawn

When it don't matter

Everything's better

Throwaway plates are

Better for business

Everything's easy

Better for the earth is astroturf, 'kay

[Chorus]

Six butterflies fluttered by

Looked horrified

"I just hatched from chrysalis, I've only hours, 36

I need a mate to do my biz and this is where I will die

Heartbreaking

Way to end

I will fly on astroturf"

[Verse 2]

Okay

Suitable texture

Suitable colour

Miniature forest

Better than nature

Make me feel better

Knowing I won't go

Out on my lawn and

See an animal

Well, everything's sterile

Even infertile

Proud of my monster-ah

It's never been straighter!

The dog shit heaven

Better than the earth is astroturf

[Chorus]

Okay

Six butterflies fluttered by

Looked horrified

"I just hatched from chrysalis, I've only hours, 36

I need a mate to do my biz and this is where I will die

Heartbreaking

Way to end

I will fly on astroturf"

Astroturfing

Astroturfing

Astroturfing

Astroturf

Astroturfing

Astroturfing

Astroturfing

Astroturf

Astroturfing

Astroturfing

Astroturfing

Astroturf

Astroturfing

Is better for the earth

Astroturf

Alright, give me a second

[Instrumental]

Yeah!

Okay

Yeah, Lukey

Let's go, yeah

Woo!

Yeah

[Chorus]

Six butterflies fluttered by

Looked horrified

"I just hatched from chrysalis, I've only hours, 36

I need a mate to do my biz and this is where I will die

Heartbreaking

Way to end

I will fly on astroturf," yeah

Very good

Who said we didn't go to Berklee?

I did, I said that

Ah, okay

Price is good

Hey, I'm dressed like a Bud Light can

Thoughts?

Anyone can have a sip

Alright, Cookie Dawg

Let's do some dog-type shit, yeah?

Yeah, some straight up

Yeah, let's do it doggy-style!

Rawr!

Yeah, dog

Alright, this one's called "Down the Sink"

Ready, fellas?