Bodies are burning, your love it ain't earning 
Arms are out reaching, our birth should have stayed in 

Down in the wasteland of our town a showdown 
Finding a fortune within us 

The fire ain't out 
Bring on the drought 

Slow down the function, our heart beats the weapon 
Lightning filled eyes washout blackening skies 

Cupping your breath with the dirtiest fingers 
Kissing the dirt with the strangers 

These are my dress clothes