Lyrics
In pursuit of vine-ripe fruit, new ideas, summer pavement hot
Chasing moments and hoping they invoke hits; hope is all you've got
Stale love, sad art sold for parts, ankle traps, and leg caught
Blanket statements from dying patients coughing blood all over your house
There's so few
Reasons to
Prostrate yourself at the feet of all these fools
(Of all these fools, of all these fools, of all these fools)
In pursuit of vine-ripe fruit, new ideas, summer pavement hot
Chasing moments and hoping they invoke hits; hope is all you've got
Buying low, selling vacant lots, vacant stares, and occupied plots
Tired slogans from tired showmen, vomit on your best blouse
