So much for the big dreams of revolution
I suppose this bleeding just ainst gonna stop.
Hyenas are gathering, bad jokes and chattering,
But the moon setting down soon, so what does it matter?
In the brush the firelight, dances in their eyes,
Moon setting down soon, what does it matter?
I'm a terrible suffering man, you want no part of me
'Cause everywhere I go, only heartache and misery.

Every time I hear that rattle, my ribs shoot full of
Pain.
So much for saving water and depending on the rain.
Scorpion conspiring, vipers all a grin,
And the sun coming up soon, so what does it matter?
Big cat stretch her back, hear that grass break and
Crack,
Sun coming up soon, what does it matter?
I'm a terrible suffering man, you want no part of me
Cause everywhere I go, only heartache and misery.