Testo Ghost Dance

i'll kill my corn and cabbage
before fall, what a savage
every little thing we do
is a sacrifice
to make it to the day
we have to make it through
the night
ghost dance on the hill
in the middle of the night
i'm bringing back my uncle
he's been buried alive
the ocean is the ocean
and the ocean,
it'll swallow you whole
i know he won't come back
but that dancin
it feels good in my soul

a river like me will
thaw in the spring
release all my captive
leaves and thingsi'll throw you a fish
if you wish a pretty nickle
on me
a crocodile come around
i know i aint no good company

progress exists in our own
set of rules
and our own set of rules
is for a fine set of fools
for another pretty nickle
i've a riddle i could spit
in your eye
tell me when a mourning dove
could ever really get enough
to fly

i'll kill my blue summer beans
i'll tell you once again
it aint all what it seems
every little thing we do
is a compromise
to make it to the day
we have to dance all through
the night