Down underneath covered up
Spreading deeper and deeper
And always covered in filth.
This song is about potatoes.
They’ve known dirt
They’ve known darkness
And they’ve known their place.
Just above that
But with thoughts no higher
I spread and grow
Reaching out with fingers like roots
Soaking up all there is.
Maybe this song is about me.
I’ve known dirt
I’ve known darkness
Where is my place?
Further out on the same level
Roots everywhere intertwine
Fighting for water sources
Choking each other out.
Okay this song is about all of us.
We’ve known dirt
We’ve known darkness
Let’s learn from the spud
And learn our place.
– Vagabond Prophet