I shot at the sun with my hand today Its been a hundred days since weve seen the rain Its a sad sorry state of affairs were 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 cant 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
sun, dancing, cringing, dust, burning