Michael Penn - Half Harvest Lyrics
I don't care that you won't quit this notionof burying the carnivalbut what the hell is in your potionthat's made you so dull?So I cannot make a blind from sawdustmuch less a cool millennium, but I'dmuch rather feel the heat of Augustthan 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 jailThis paradise is slowly crumblingfrom here to Wilshire Boulevardbut the rubble over which you are stumblingjust isn't that hardWhat 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 brightit 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 shoneSHINE...like half harvest never known.