It's the end of May and the sky is a dirty dish rag
Wringing out its last few drops
The soap scum acid rain on God's dish pan hands
She just shakes her head as she
Scrapes her wasted runny eggs and burnt hash browns into the trash
Mom always wanted to be an actress
Sober now on realizing
Most one day's don't leave horizons
You can't drink from what you can't spill
Die with dreams you've left unfulfilled
Backlit booze in future lusting
'Round our necks the saints hang rusting
Businessman turned barstool prophet
Homeless souls with swollen pockets
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Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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Man eats pig and
Man chop tree through
Man gon' die and
Man now food too
Trees they fall and
Pigs they gon' shit
We're all part of it
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh