Songtext von Fruit Trader

Cain told Abel, "Brother, you'd better get busy We got watermelon burnin' up out there in the sun" Abel said, "Cain, brother, you're drivin' me silly Raisin' up this fruit trader bull, you know it ain't no fun" We're just yellin' in the dark We're just pissin' in the wind From underneath the sheets that we pray from Better let a little bit of this goodness get in So Cain rose up and he slay his brother The human soul and violence sometimes can be the next of kin And feelings are real in moments of desperation When the lowest dimension of the animal is let in We're just yellin' in the dark We're just pissin' in the wind From underneath the sheets that we pray from Better let a little bit of this goodness get in Ain't got no purpose, ain't got no direction, I ain't got no morals Ain't got no politics, ain't got no particular point of view What I've got is plenty of time on my hands, Ol' Skinny's playground Hey, Lord, tell me again, what you want me to do? We're just yellin' in the dark We're just pissin' in the wind From underneath the sheets that we pray from Better let a little bit of this beauty Better let a little bit of this goodness get in