Future Less Vivid
Lani Crooks
They walk on two legs and they sleep in a bed
By building their well they are digging their graves
Dying to know just how the other half lives
Crashed economy, dead on sight
Altered valence in the hennery shade
Captured souls livin' down foxholes
If I knew something of their language
Oh the influence I could know!
They walk on two legs and they sleep in a bed
By building their well they are digging their graves
Absolution from my wonderful dream
Lost myself a bit, ceased to try
Back to learning how to smoke a man out
Blockades, battery, back in five
If I knew something of their language
Oh the influence I could know!
I need to be sure that you're not coming back
And we've missed our chance to be much better friends.
