Fruitful Crops

Two birds singing in the sky
Today they live their own
But tomorrow they will die

People driving in their cars
They live in meetings, they drink in their bars
Wasting time until they're dirt
Blotting out the beautiful stars

No way to stop, no way to stop
We're hungry, we're hungry for more
Fruitful crops

Well, Dad was only on a roll
And now his honors took their toll
Well, Mamma's always drug-free
That's the way, that's the way it should be

You watch the world, you watch the world on your TV
And hear of everything that you shouldn't turn out to be

But I'm not the queen of hearts, I'm not the ace of spades
I fold my hand with cigarettes and razor blades

I may as well give up because I'm in too deep
My dreams exist but they're alive in someone else's sleep

Well, you take up your beads and you pray like the pope
But never 'til, never 'til you've lost your last hope

(Hope)
(Hope)