sleep

We the conversation bums have taken in Have gone to sleep We the racecar pumper boys Have been thrown to the sky And say the bright And say ashamed And try to say tomorow but Tomorow`s bucket filling half And we are so awake and drifting off

So have you gone to sleep again Will you stir the monsters underneath Will you know, they know The secrets hidden underneath

We the airborn pigs are faceless Digging through the mud We are intelligent and scary Facefull of the right indignified stuff Have been thrown into the ground And sleeping said And brightly bred We try to say tomorow but Tomorow`s bucket filling half And we are so awake and drifting off

And there is so much food to last And we are drying up the streets Looking around to blame Looking out to target