I was wading through the floodwaters And you were waiting out a drought Do I have that kind of love Is that what it would take to see this out Hold your empty disemboweled gas tanks up high Turn them into a bong or a still Looting through the gas stations Tilling up our backyards That's my rosy picture of the end times, my friend ♪ Bodies crumble about as fast as a house in the sub And what you leave behind Is an un-corporeal monument of time Whether by needle, your own hands, war, an empty belly, bus, or bug We all go seperate and together And as such, while I'm alive You show me love Show me love, show me love, show me love