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Sweet mother come down and say your prayersFor the fields are rank with summer, as if God just left them thereAnd who is that caught in your death row stareAll your Midwest sons and daughters 'neath the world's electric'Hey boys, down by the bonfire glowOh yeah, rain on you selfish loversHey girls, drunk on the weekendsNubile skin meets car seat leather, radio forecasts stormy weatherIn the mornings down at the five & dimeWatching golden pennies pancake on a sun burnt railroad lineDewdrops cover the world in brineAnd the salty bangs of August taste like long red bottles off'Hey boys, down by the bonfire glowOh yeah, rain on you selfish loversHey girls, drunk on the weekendsAll the lads they come when their sisters callWhen the linseed oil and laughter turns to lust and alcoholMoonlight reaps what the midday sewsAll the yearlings leave their mothers when the summer bonfires glowHey boys, down by the bonfire glowOh yeah, rain on you selfish loversHey girls, drunk on the weekendsLightning strikes the broken-hearted find a field and let's get started From Letras Mania