Bounce
Spring took half an hour
While summer is taking a year
And we're tired of sitting and stewing
In our own juices around here
None of us got no air condition
Hell, we ain't even got a fan
We're just jumping back and forth
Between the fire and the frying pan
Our bad luck comes in tons
While our good luck is by the ounce
And that's the way our ball wants to bounce
The clouds are so pathetic
There ain't even one worth spit
The sun says "step off, cloud"
And they just wither up and quit
And the sun glares, unimpeded
While we cook and drip like roast
Like the woeful fried-up center
Of a slab of railroad toast
We get so much of what don't matter
And so little of what counts
And that's the way our ball wants to bounce
I never thought I'd say it
But I'm missing winter a lot
Trash doesn't smell when it's frozen
Only when it's boiling hot
And when this neighborhood is boiling
And there ain't a drop of rain
It can make a peaceful man violent
And a violent man insane
Our dove of peace is half-asleep
While our vulture wants to pounce
And that's the way our ball wants to bounce
Our dove of peace is half-asleep
While our vulture wants to pounce
And that's the way our ball wants to bounce
Our dove of peace is half-asleep
While our vulture wants to pounce
And that's the way our ball wants to bounce
While summer is taking a year
And we're tired of sitting and stewing
In our own juices around here
None of us got no air condition
Hell, we ain't even got a fan
We're just jumping back and forth
Between the fire and the frying pan
Our bad luck comes in tons
While our good luck is by the ounce
And that's the way our ball wants to bounce
The clouds are so pathetic
There ain't even one worth spit
The sun says "step off, cloud"
And they just wither up and quit
And the sun glares, unimpeded
While we cook and drip like roast
Like the woeful fried-up center
Of a slab of railroad toast
We get so much of what don't matter
And so little of what counts
And that's the way our ball wants to bounce
I never thought I'd say it
But I'm missing winter a lot
Trash doesn't smell when it's frozen
Only when it's boiling hot
And when this neighborhood is boiling
And there ain't a drop of rain
It can make a peaceful man violent
And a violent man insane
Our dove of peace is half-asleep
While our vulture wants to pounce
And that's the way our ball wants to bounce
Our dove of peace is half-asleep
While our vulture wants to pounce
And that's the way our ball wants to bounce
Our dove of peace is half-asleep
While our vulture wants to pounce
And that's the way our ball wants to bounce
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Watkins
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