long ago when the air was still and the thunder hadn't yet come up from the hills
The dominoes they stood up tall waiting for the rain to cascade and fall
And the dice rolled down the corridors of Heaven
The rules always in favor of dome horrible old men
I could her them calling out from a whisper to a shout
But they never sounded like saviors to me

Followed Mule and went vegan in the 90s.
Drawn in by the promise of utopian society
The clinton/gore sun bathed her in color
Roll whitewater its the sound of the summer

She got confused in a modern day messiah craze
Twisted up inside her normal angsty, teenage rebel phase
And found that the first stone had already been thrown
But it sure as hell didn't come from me
I don't keep that kind of company anymore