I shot at the sun with my hand today,
It's been a hundred days since we've seen the rain
It's a sad sorry state of affairs we're in
Living in sin but acting innocent
Rough hands bleed
Dying on my feet
No way to live
Hard to believe
Sunburn the blame on the backs of slaves
We can't have it both ways while we eat the cake
Built the whole god damn state on a peasant wage
So much at stake in this backwards state
No time for swine
Or coyote antics
Avoid the leeches mouth
And serpent tactics
Dust dancing in the sun both burning my eyes
Singing songs of hope cringing from despair
Dust dancing in the sun both burning my eyes
Both hanging in this dry polluted air
Shoot at the sun
Dust dancing in the sun both burning my eyes
Singing songs of hope cringing from despair
Dust dancing in the sun both burning my eyes
Both hanging heavy in this dry and polluted air