Still we were staring at the stars. and we heard a clap of thunder. then the moon gave way to rain. and it tore apart the sky. so we lay flat on our backs. cuz in the rain no one knows you're crying. on top of a mountain. under the sea. in the austin moonlight. after the summer heat. dance you lonely dancers. won't you dance for me? i swear i will give you everything. that is me. did we try too hard last year? did the money make us monkeys? and with everything you fear. it comes at times when you don't know. you've got all this behind you. a broken hand like a broken wing. does not hold you back but sets you free When Fat Pigs Fly breaking it down like a bold lie. bury it down like it's bad wine. a sense of relief oh sweet victory! but there's no escape from biblatic prophecy. this is not the course of old. this is not over. laying it down on luther king street. a sense of despair you may never meet. secrets swept up by the sleigh. burn the wrinkled hand and just watch it fall away. this is not the course of old. this is not. over time we all will justify our hells. to each his own as his own as his own mind builds this cell. at the end of the day he turns out the lights to his office. and turns on the lights to his car. and it says: "you did a wonderful job today." when fat pigs fly you'll be waiting. when fat pigs fly you'll be salivating. this is nuts. this is not the course of old.