From A Voice Plantation - Guided By Voices

I, who no longer can listen

I saw a gusty wind

Come up to listen

Before I was ten

And all of the evil grids

From a hill where rats consider, oh

And they gang, and they topple

And they send a smoke ring

Into the onion field

A ghost!

And this can make you choke

Coming from the throat of a ghost!

And sent to my weak knees from a voice plantation

All in together, in terror