Down On The Farm

What were we thinkin' 'bout
Hangin' out
On homeboy hill

Guess we were freakin' out
Breakin' out
Skippin' out on the bill

Harvesting the downtime on a yellow moon
Pulled in the crop a month too soon
We were the fools
Down on the farm

Rolling through the buckshot cornfields
Dirty wishing well
Rust water back fat jam band
Yeah we went through hell

Brother George is wakin' up...
Breakin' up...
At the crack of dawn

Billy ray is shakin' up
Bakin' up
Still playin' guitar

Green Gene is sleeping
Not a workin' dude
Numble pie was his favorite food

We wеre the fools
Down on the farm

Harvеsting the downtime on a yellow moon
Pulled in the crop a month too soon
We were the fools
Down on the farm

Dusting off these photographs of the past
Don't tell the tale
Were we the used or the users
In the Xanadu jail

Kings of the pornograph
Kickin' ass
Still makin' the bail

Sometimes even the losers get hammered and nailed
Were we just strangers in our hometown

Bullshit never got that brown
I raise a drink to the clowns
Down on the farm