Dirt And Stones

We've been marching the beat of a different drummer

To some he's been seen, while unknown to all others

On a day that a bass line erupts from the seas

We'd better attend to the rhythm he gives

We've been called by the strings of a different strummer

A deafening noise above which none can utter

And when the sky suffers that screaming note abandon all hope

Abandon all hope of staying here

Saturday night, saturday night, lie down with the lions tonight and set it to shake up

Saturday night, lie down with the lions tonight and set it to shake up; yeah I burn, I burn!

The cancer's gone, got shot in the eye last night. Oh but it turned on everything

So I've been sleeping with a gun in my hand, I've been sleeping, gun in my hand

We've been tempted by the lies of a sweet talker. Though fair he may seem, he smells thus the fouler. Could somebody please take this devil to the outskirts of town and give him a seed that he's sown. And cover him with dirt and with stones

The cancer's gone, got shot in the eye last night. Oh but it turned on everything

So I've been sleeping with a gun in my hand, I've been sleeping, gun in my hand