Fruit Trader
(专辑: John Mellencamp - 1998)
Cain told Abel, "Brother, you'd better get busy We got watermelon burning up out there in the
sun" Abel said, "Cain, brother, you're driving me silly Raising up this fruit trader bull, you know it ain't no fun" We're just yelling in the
dark We're just pissing in the
wind From underneath the
sheets that we pray from Better let a
little bit of this goodness get in So Cain rose up and he slay his brother The
human soul and violence sometimes can be the
next of kin And feelings are real in moments of desperation When the
lowest dimension of the
animal is let in We're just yelling in the
dark We're just pissing in the
wind From underneath the
sheets that we pray from Better let a
little bit of this goodness get in Ain't got no purpose, ain't got no direction, I
ain't got no morals Ain't got no politics, ain't got no particular point of view What I've got is plenty of time on my hands, Ol' Skinny's playground Hey, Lord, tell me again, what you want me to do? We're just yelling in the
dark We're just pissing in the
wind From underneath the
sheets that we pray from Better let a
little bit of this beauty Better let a
little bit of this goodness get in