It's harvest time It's harvest time in this little town Time to bring it on in Pay the loans down And make another round There's a big red moon coming up in the sky Combine's cutting in a staggered line The only time of year We missed the church bell's

I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain Coming down on a sunny day Someone told me long ago There's a calm before the storm I know, and its been coming for sometime When its over so they say It'll bring a sunny day I know, shining down like water

Hold up, they don't love you like I love you Slow down, they don't love you like I love you Back up, they don't love you like I love you Step down, they don't love you like I love you Can't you see there's no other man above you? What a wicked way to

You’re like gold dust There’s a hollow in this house Whenever you go Keep coming down that street It rains over me A foreign sun that I thought I’d never see Oh don’t change ever No don’t change

Are you ready I'm coming up with all my girls Good times rule, so no curfew Let your hair down Are you, yeah We're gonna party like there's never a worry 'cause Tonight you get to be a superstar We're showing off our moves, the breeze so cool (yeah)

I know there's a way Before the awful sound Started coming down It's an awful sound We can make 'em pay Think it over and say (I'm never going back again) We can leave today When you hit the ground You and I were born

I come so you can know me I'm here to make you proud I come to wreck and guide you You know I'm coming for you Cause I got nothing to lose And now I'm still on my way for the pay Come closer inside There's something I need you to see It's just a picture

Now my feet won't touch the ground Oh, love, don't let me go Won't you take me where the street lights glow I can hear it coming There's a wild wind blowing Down the corner of my street Every night there the headlights are glowing There's a cold war

Sexual (hallucination) This is what I crave It's my obsession, possession began (Physical, psychical, illumination) Intoxication, fascination (There's no denying) There's no coming down (Higher ground) (Out of body)

Violence is now a way of life The sledge my tool to torture As it pounds down on your forehead There's something inside me It's, it's coming out I feel like killing you Let loose the anger, held back too long My blood runs cold Through my anatomy, dwells