In A World Of Nature

Building campfires on old bedrocks,
Waiting for the smoking trucks.
Swaddled in construction noise,
Our friends walk in with five-dollar bikinis.

We all want that money,
To leave a street fight.

We all want that goddamn money,
To help us leave here tonight.
We all want that goddamn money,
To get away from this street fight.

We walk with all of our cardboards,
Strolling pass our seized properties,
We walk with all of our dead stars,
Playing possum lest harmed.

We all want that goddamn money,
To help us leave here tonight.
We all want that goddamn money,
To get away from this street fight.

Have you not read,
The winter of our discontent.
Have you not read,
The fate that’s in our own hands.

I sleep with my eyes wide open,
So don’t you dare fuck with my money,
I sleep with my eyes wide open,
I’m about to shove that thing so far up your fanny.

We all want that goddamn money,
To help us leave here tonight.
We all want that goddamn money,
To get away from this street fight.