Testo Critical Equation

Warm friend we had a ball
And we knew we had it good
Camps to kitsch and shoes to fall
We called it when we could

Cold front
The undertoe
Easy come and easy good That's how the story blows
For wires on a fence

It's a critical equation
It's a mother of the moon
When they're calling for a mixture
A little doom and gloom

Storm front
Rain will fall
In the eye and in the mud
Get them drunk on alcohol
Get them ready for the flood

It's a sensitive subject For a criminal mind
So I'm taking my number
I'm getting out of line
It's a critical equation

It's a critical equation
It's a mother of the moon
And they're calling for a mixture
A little doom and gloom
But it's a sensitive subject
For a criminal mind
So I'm taking my number
I'm getting out of line

It's a critical equation