Shooting Down The Sun
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