Lyric Dead From The Waist Down

The sun is shining
We should be making hay
But we re dead from the waist down
Like in California

Victory is empty
there are lessons in defeat
But we re dead from the waist down
We are sleeping on our feet

We stole the songs from birds in trees
Bought our time on easy street
Now our paths they never meet
We chose to court and flatter greed, ego disposability
I caught a glimpse, and it s not me

Make hay not war
Make hay not war
Make hay not war
Or else we re done for
And we re D from the W down

There s no contracts binding
No bad scene beyond repair
But when you re dead from the waist down
You re too far gone to even care

We stole the songs from birds in trees
Bought our time on easy street
Now our paths they never meet
We chose to court and flatter greed, ego disposability
I caught a glimpse, and it s not me

Make hay not war
Make hay not war
Make hay not war
Or else we re done for
And we re D from the W down

The sun is shining...(to fade)