Corn & Grain

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