The sun is shining

We should be making hay

But we're dead from the waist down

Like in Californ-i-a



Victory is empty

There are lessons in defeat

But we're dead from the waist down

We are sleeping on our feet



We stole the songs from birds in trees

Bought us time on easy street

Now our paths they never meet



We chose to court and flatter greed

Ego disposability

I caught a glimpse and it's not me



Make hay not war

Make hay not war

Make hay not war

Or else we're done for

When we're D from the W down



There's no contracts binding

No bad scene beyond repair

But when you're dead from the waist down

You're too far gone to even care



We stole the songs from birds in trees

Bought us time on easy street

Now our paths they never meet



We chose to court and flatter greed

Ego disposability

I caught a glimpse and it's not me



Make hay not war

Make hay not war

Make hay not war

Or else we're done for

When we're D from the W down



Make hay not war

Make hay not war

Make hay not war

Or else we're done for

When we're D from the W down



When we're D from the W down

When we're D from the W down



D from the W down

D from the W down