I won't complain, even if this town caught fire
And we all rolled around on the ground tryna put our clothes out
I wont...
Leaders who cant lead, the pitiful resistance
I wont...
There are those of us who wait
For a prophet who will lead us out of the wilderness
As far as i can see from here
The blowers still blowing
The growers only growing
Im gone...
But we will fall past resistace
It's too late to follow signs
May we all find,
Something in this,
Hallelujah
If only the rain, hadn't felt quite so disliked
And we'd managed our resources better here here go the glasses
Clinking
Tommorow we should paint, our faces and do a rain dance
I will...
I will...
There are those of us who wait
For a prophet who will lead us out of the wilderness
As far as i can see from here
The blowers still blowing
The growers only growing
Im gone...
But we will fall past resistace
It's too late to follow signs
May we all find,
Something in this,
Hallelujah