Hye Kye The Mountain Goats

[Verse 1]
In December in California, the air was hot
And I carried the Christmas tree down Indian Hill to the Gemco parking lot
What did I see, what spectacle confronted me?
Ten thousand Christmas trees

[Verse 2]
And the people standing around and the smiles on their faces
And the boards in the shapes of X's hammered into the Christmas trees' bases
I took in the smell, I looked around
And among ten thousand Christmas trees, I laid down