Oh, what’ll you do now, my crazy-haired bum?
Oh, what’ll you do now, my senile old one?
.
I’m a-goin’ to back out ’fore the rain starts a-fallin’
I’ll jet through the night to live in Las Vegas
Where my people are many and their heads are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the hotels downtown house desperate losers
Where the executioner’s guns are always well hidden
Where greed is worshiped, where ideals are forgotten
Where red is the color, where none even wonder
And I’ll sell it and tweet it and speak it and breathe it
And deflect from the truth till no one can see it
Then I’ll gloat in my room until I start stinkin’
But I’ll know my fate well before I start dyin’
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
Scott Stantis
March 20, 2014
September 30, 2017
Oh, what’ll you do now, my crazy-haired bum?
Oh, what’ll you do now, my senile old one?
.
I’m a-goin’ to back out ’fore the rain starts a-fallin’
I’ll jet through the night to live in Las Vegas
Where my people are many and their heads are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the hotels downtown house desperate losers
Where the executioner’s guns are always well hidden
Where greed is worshiped, where ideals are forgotten
Where red is the color, where none even wonder
.
And I’ll sell it and tweet it and speak it and breathe it
And deflect from the truth till no one can see it
Then I’ll gloat in my room until I start stinkin’
But I’ll know my fate well before I start dyin’
.
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall