Jim + Ruth

Jim's not talking to Ruth, she still acts like his dad

She could learn how to stand on the anthill

But she's not in the mood and the cat's in the bag

and the cow and the dog are in there too

But Jim's not really mad, it's his speech impediment

Flap your hands as you dive in the carpool

Though it's not what he meant

Today they come and take the drivers away

Tomorrow they will set the building ablaze

Let the ash and the dust fill the air

Person A lost a shoe, person B lost his teeth

Good thing they fought the war on the sidewalk

And the kids love their meat, like a dog loves a bone

invite the girl with the pig from the sidewalk

She'll come some other week

Today they come and take the cowboys away

Tomorrow they will steal the haloes of saints

Let the moans and the cries fill the air

Qualify from a coffin to lifeboat

Common eyes see 'why' in an eyeful

Who am I in a war of the wasted?

Kill the truce if the flag isn't blowing