Lyrics | Cicada

Down in the ground they’ve been sucking on the tree roots
minding their own business for seventeen years
when the ground warms up they build a little tunnel
they wait to get warm then they appear as
Cicada, crawl out of your hole
Cicada, seventeen years old
Cicada, grow those wings and fly
sing your love song, reproduce and die
they’re looking for a vertical surface they can climb up
where they hang on and split their skeleton wide
emerging as adults they’re kinda white and gooey
pumping up their wings they dry off and fly as
They don’t bite , they don’t sting
“We’re looking for a mate that’s why we fly and sing”
eaten by birds, dogs and ants
the predators will eat us but they don’t stand a chance
to stop
the males are the singers, the females are the choosers
making new cicadas that’s all that’s in their head
after they’re together the female finds a tree branch
she lays her eggs, while the male drops dead

Bill Brennan, Paul Seydewitz and Steve Murphy c 2006

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