Interpret:

Faith No More

Album:

Angel Dust

Drought makes the workers dream 
Muscles and fields of green 
Shovel the last few crumbs 
Of generosity 
Open heart, open mind, open mouth, open vein 
DRAIN 
Someday the rains will come 
My blistered hands tell me 
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow 


BITE 
BITE 
BITE 
CRY 


I'll keep coming back 
Smaller and smaller and smaller 
Squash me 
Smaller and smaller and smaller 
Under the charity 
Smaller and smaller and smaller 
Under the topsoil 
Smaller and Smaller and smaller 
Under the fingernail 
Smaller and smaller and smaller 


Then the small becomes all becomes all...... P> 


BITE 
BITE 
BITE 
CRY 


(It's not a mirage) 
(It's not a mirage) 
(Trickling downward, trickling downward) 
(It's not a mirage) 


DRAIN 
DRAIN 
BITE 
BITE 
BITE 
CRY 


Smaller and smaller and smaller and smaller and smaller.......