Lee Bains + The Glory Fires
Burnpiles, Swimming Holes
We’ve got satellites. We’ve got a new Tower of Babel
We eat machines, and we wear labels
Get off the fucking Internet, and cut off the cable
The mind is static, but the body’s still able
Burnpiles
Swimming holes
It’s quitting time—time to whoop and holler—
Can’t hardly make a dime without spending a dollar
If you’re sick of trying, then come on and follow
We’re going to wash ourselves in fire and water
Burnpiles
Swimming holes
If I was driving nails for Mammon, I’ll tell you what I’d do:
I’d cast my hammer in the old burnpile, and I’d go swimming, too
Burnpiles
Swimming holes