On Tim Burton's Farm

Have you seen the sky painted black
Hanging over stars like a sack
Have you heard the skeletal cries
Coming from the looking glass

Do you wonder what goes on there
Seated in the self rocking chair
Gazing over forests and fields
Razor blades and frosty grass

I don't think the cows are normal on Tim Burton's farm
I really don't think that the cows are normal on Tim Burton's farm

Have you seen the candy twist trees
Have you seen the way the ground breathes
All the keys that rattle in locks
Even when there's noone there?

It's funny how the moon's always full
And everywhere a strange sort of chill
Your shadow's always coming unlatched
And skipping off without a care

I don't think the cows are normal on Tim Burton's farm
I really don't think that the cows are normal on Tim Burton's farm