Frog Eyes - The Country Child lyrics

All the actors say the streets are bathed in fire All the action happens in the mouth of a bourboned liar We're gonna riot on the streets today! Smash an apple on the face of the state: Fundamentally opposed to the cut of your clothes Put your mouth in the sky and push it to edge of flight Autumn's faction bursts into the Hyatt and demands a sum: The golden statue puzzles and attempts one awkward pun: Feed a fever as the five fevers rage Feed a fever and paginate your page! Fundamentally opposed to the cost of your coal Shopkeeper keeps a bowl and he spits his mouth's full In spite of the winds and the customs of pimps: The moon sheds its rise! The moon sheds its rise! The country child cullllllled an abundance of hay: And I want his uncle's gold: I want it today! I said it! I said it! I said it! Four fingered-waif's got to stop! Twelve ragged fingers pointing out at one! You stick a rose in the golden sand... You stick a rose in the golden sun... One writer is short of his daisies... [from liner notes]