Hot weather sweat drag
Swatting at flys and nothing
Looking for something to get you through
Collecting morning dew on your ripped shoes
Trying to understand the blues like B.B. told us
Lovelust, leaking from my eyes when you touch my shoulder
Pitchers poured, ideals gored, truth twisted taut
A lot that could go wrong, all over the world getting lost
The bugs will outlast us, the way we're going
Straight toeing the line, no time to unwind
Running through the minefield blind
Rehearsing the party line
Dont you dare think for yourself
**** your good health
No amount of wealth
will save you
when the world
dies