Songtext von Half harvest

I don't care that you won't quit this notion of burying the carnival but what the hell is in your potion that's made you so dull? So I cannot make a blind from sawdust much less a cool millennium, but I'd much rather feel the heat of August than be sheltered and numb So move out of your bed of roses, now I'm putting in a bed of nails, 'cause missiles, guns and rubber hoses will land me in jail This paradise is slowly crumbling from here to Wilshire Boulevard but the rubble over which you are stumbling just isn't that hard What did you do with all that grace, now? what did you do with all my wine? what makes you think that just 'cause you dress bright it means that you shine? So move out of your bed of roses now I'm putting in a bed of nails 'cause when this whole production closes this innocence fails (and weren't we supposed to) SHINE...like half harvest never shone SHINE...like half harvest never known.