sabotage!
summertime of sabotage!
in the vein of the summer squash
in the vine of the creeping plant
at the heart of amerika
summertime of sabotage!
when we die, do our defenses die with us?
what could be left for the universe to give us?
(you came to me as a dear by the river
you said, "it's not our fault" across the water
I wallow in the glory of your cypher)
but there are no words anymore
it's the time for sabotage!
summertime of sabotage!
for the bodies of the lost
for the beauty of the world
for the captive and the cost
for the brisket of the boss
summertime of sabotage!
in the vein of the summer squash
in the vine of the creeping plant
at the heart of amerika
summertime of sabotage!
summertime!