But I've got to make my money Hunt the moment The word Hunt the wave Lock the door Eat the key Open your cage Invite the fool Invite the knife Invite the sage One to pray One to write One for howling Jump rope Tap feet Shake that body out Hear that soul waxing Them cats could put it down Like a flare into the night to help you find it Keep you warm and feeling right In your wandering Hear the rain There is something wrong Trace the silence Pharma falling from the sky That's violence Suicide seed Born of a dark greed Flipped a switch Sold your gift For insanity Sun sunk beneath The earth Darkness Hoist the moon onto your back Like a siren A time to pray A time to fight A time for howling Drop a seed into the dirt In your wandering But I've got to make my money All for my lady and my baby Going to bring it home bring it home bring it home