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

Just keep following The heartlines on your hand Keep it up, I know you can Oh the river, oh the river, it's running free And oh the joy, oh the joy it brings to me But I know it'll have to drown me Before it can breathe easy And I've seen it in the

I'm just burning out And I stepped in line To walk amongst the I'm not growing up I declare I don't care no more I'm burning up and out and Growing bored In my smoked out boring room

Whirl on silver wheels High speed drift on a prairie road Hot tires sing like a string being bowed Sudden town rears up then explodes Fragments resolve into white line code Black earth energy receptor fields Undulate under a grey cloud shield We outrun a

Oh hey da da di da, di da da Well, I had the carburetor, baby, cleaned and checked With her line blown out she's hummin' like a turbojet Propped her up in the backyard on concrete blocks For a new clutch plate and a new set of shocks Took her down to the

All around the world, pretty girls We're just so pretty! Wipe the floor with all the boys Jump the line, to the front Pour the drinks, bring the noise Do what we like, get what we want (Some things don't change) (The girls roll up) Windows roll down

Over there in the shadows, hangin' out in the corner of my mind Stringing up the gallows, waiting for me to cross that line That man's dangerous as hell, a threat to himself, If he got out there'd be hell to pay. And that's why, my dark side, don't ever

If it ain't about the money Don't be blowin' me up, nigga I ain't gettin' up Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my time Nah I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do shit Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it

There is work to be done, to be done Let's have fun, fun, fun Form a line, oh, oh Come on, let's go Let the drums roll out Let the trumpet call While the people shout, "strike up the band" Hear the cymbals ring Calling one and all

(please enjoy) Hell yes I'm movin' this way I'm doin' this thing Looking for my place On assembly lines Fake prizes Risin' out of the bomb holes Skeleton boys hyped up on purple Smoke rings blow from across the disco