Fun's Over

In pursuit of vine-ripe fruit, new ideas, summer pavement hot Chasing moments and hoping they invoke hits; hope is all you've got Stale love, sad art sold for parts, ankle traps, and leg caught Blanket statements from dying patients coughing blood all over your house There's so few Reasons to Prostrate yourself at the feet of all these fools (Of all these fools, of all these fools, of all these fools) In pursuit of vine-ripe fruit, new ideas, summer pavement hot Chasing moments and hoping they invoke hits; hope is all you've got Buying low, selling vacant lots, vacant stares, and occupied plots Tired slogans from tired showmen, vomit on your best blouse