Corduroy

The fire is already out When the rain comes The nucleus of stress Chooses dust in the end Like aerosol evils In a rush towards the sun It's an oasis inside out And fire is the trend An oasis inside out And fire, fire is the trend Now what's left on your plate As you sterilize the tine? Have lessons on earth Left you the will of a boy? Are you just passing time Or do you taste the wine? What's left for us this spring Besides grass-stained corduroy? What's left for us this spring Besides scratched-out corduroy? Well, like it or not The locusts come from spring And all your plans are shot And that stock's not worth a thing Like it or not The neighbours yell when we sing Together Like it or not The locusts come from spring And all your plans are shot And that stock's not worth a thing Like it or not The neighbours yell when we sing Now, I like pissing you, pissing you off To get some kind of rise, I don't mind to suffer the sting of the cold from your eye But suddenly I see that I can see when you're blind To the weather, the spring, and the simplest things that bring us together