Текст песни The Jesus Lizard - Pastoral

Your life is gone

your youth is over

years of cheer

reduced to this

A crumbling mess

on a September morn

your blood flows by

like a meandering stream

bubbling

gurgling

brook-like

baking in the midday sun

hard on the outside

soft on the inside

(That's a nice contract)

I saw you there

Sioux City bound

In a cornfield

I saw you there

stinking