Summer rain is rolling down your cheek
Marbles on your skin
Man with the suits
Says it's a dollar for a drop
The morning dew...
A dollar for a drop
The sun hits hard as you walk to the well
The well thing's got to stop
Man with the suit
Is the one who deals the drops
Water the tree that gives the fruit...
A dollar for drop
I count the coins in the palm of my hand
I can't pay for the clouds
A rebel sun is rising under my skin
Soldier ,put down your gun
Something's got to give
We're gonna kick you out of this town
We're gonna count the silverware before you go
We're gonna send you back northbound
We're gonna change the locks when you go
We're gonna strip you of your fine suit
Put you on a raft and blow
As you get back on your street
Comes a man from the past, the present, the future
Gilding by slowly on a wild ride
A chinese junk boat with soccer pitch headlights
A giant cloud of incense smoking out of his eyes,
You know it make no sense
Pine needles cover his ship,
A howler monkey is lighting the candles
A speaker box by the helm
Rattling chimes made of broken bottles
The monkey kills the stereo
The man turns his head
Can you feel what's coming ?
You can't see his mouth
But moving his lips to make sounds is not his goal
He doesn't have to talk
You already know
He's got a different conception of the soul
And he's steppin out of his ride
You fear that the spear and the machete aren't for show
You got your rubies, your crowns, your rings
But they don't shine so bright now
Maybe st john of the smile screens
Patron of deceivers wasn't the ticket
That star that followed you at night
Wasn't a star after all
It was a cosmic vacuum sucking out your heart
You won't need your diamond-incrusted cell phone
There's no signal where your're going