The sun is shining
We should be making hay
But we're dead from the waist down
Like in Californ-I-AVictory is emrty
There are lessons in defeat
But we're dead from the waist down
We are sleeping on our feetWe stole the songs from birds in trees
Bought us time on easy street
Now our paths, they never meet
We chose to court and flatter greed, ego disposability
I caught a glimpse, and it's not me
Make hay not war
Make hay not war
Make hay not war
Or else we're done for
And we're dead from the waist downThere's no contracts binding
No bad scene beyond repair
But when you're dead from the waist down
You're too far gone to even careWe stole the songs from birds in trees
Bought us time on easy street
Now our paths, they never meet
We chose to court and flatter greed, ego disposability
I caught a glimpse, and it's not me
Make hay not war
Make hay not war
Make hay not war
Or else we're done for
And we're dead from the waist downThe sun is shining
shining...
