Ghost Dance

i'll kill my corn and cabbage

before fall, what a savage

every little thing we do

is a sacrifice

to make it to the day

we have to make it through

the night

ghost dance on the hill

in the middle of the night

i'm bringing back my uncle

he's been buried alive

the ocean is the ocean

and the ocean,

it'll swallow you whole

i know he won't come back

but that dancin

it feels good in my soul

a river like me will

thaw in the spring

release all my captive

leaves and things

i'll throw you a fish

if you wish a pretty nickle

on me

a crocodile come around

i know i aint no good company

progress exists in our own

set of rules

and our own set of rules

is for a fine set of fools

for another pretty nickle

i've a riddle i could spit

in your eye

tell me when a mourning dove

could ever really get enough

to fly

i'll kill my blue summer beans

i'll tell you once again

it aint all what it seems

every little thing we do

is a compromise

to make it to the day

we have to dance all through

the night