Drowning of Thirst

Words and music by Bill Price

I look out my window where all was clear
But dark clouds have clouded my sight
They come closer and closer, in fact, they're here
But you just turn on one more light

The gasoline's like water
We're drowning of thirst
I'm here for the slaughter
But it ain't the first
The gasoline's like water
And oh, we'll drink 'til we're dry

Wheels, wheels they get us around
But your deals, oh, your deals, they're dragging us down
Lord, they're dragging us down

I would send to the white house a big blackboard
Cause the truth don't take science to see
The numbers don't add up and if you explore
The roots are the base of the tree

But the boys in the clubhouse
Along for the ride
Looking more like a jail house
With crooks all inside
But I swear it's an outhouse
What they say I don't buy

Wheels, wheels they get us around
But your deals, oh, your deals, they're dragging us down
Lord, they're dragging us down

© 2006 Mr. Quill Music (BMI)