Lyrics

A drop of rain flows to the ocean Piss down a wall and the blood of saints Bodies twist in repetitive motion Well "Jesus Christ he certainly ain't" A spark of fire in the open sky A bloody nose a slap in the face From here to there and always eye to eye Incredible days amazing grace A ray of light on a wave of phase There someone coming to visit us here Creatures moving through their final days Search for cigarettes and beer There's gonna be a party tonight Up in the hills where the moon shines bright Gonna get some wood & build a fire in the rain Those who die are corn and grain They shall rise again