Smaller  And  Smaller  -  Faith  No  More

  Drought  makes  the  workers  dream

    Muscles  and  fields  of  green

    Shovel  the  last  few  crumbs

  Of  generosity

    Open  hearts,  open  mind,  open  mouth,  open  vein

    Drain

    Someday  the  rains  will  come

  My  blistered  hands  tell  me

    Tomorrow,  tomorrow,  tomorrow

    BITE

  BITE

  BITE

  CRY

    Smaller  and  smaller  and  smaller

    I'll  keep  coming  back

  Smaller  and  smaller  and  smaller

  Squash  me

  Smaller  and  smaller  and  smaller

  Under  the  charity

  Smaller  and  smaller  and  smaller

    Under  the  topsoil

  Smaller  and  smaller  and  smaller

    Under  the  fingernail

  Smaller  and  smaller  and  smaller

  Then  small  becomes  all  becomes  all..........

    BITE

  BITE

  BITE

  CRY

    It's  not  a  mirage

  It's  not  a  mirage

    Trickling  downward,  trickling  downward

  It's  not  a  mirage

    Drain

    Drain

    BITE

  BITE

  BITE

  CRY

    Smaller  and  smaller  and  smaller  and  smaller  and  smaller..........