See Crispin's apple sitting on top of his head?
It's not there for a target, go shoot at somebody else
He fell from the treetops
And he know just what it's like to fall down
Now he's a genius, a genius
And now he's food for a flock of birds
And a bed of ants but he'll take his chance
And he'll keep the faith
He reminds me of Johnny Appleseed
Right down to his apple core
Though his bag's getting empty he's already won
Planted dreams are behind him growing in the sun
(Lyrics Adapted from "Adam's Apple" by Pain/Salvo)