Sweet mother come down and say your prayers
For the fields are rank with summer, as if God just left them there
And who is that caught in your death row stare
All your Midwest sons and daughters 'neath the world's electric'

Hey boys, down by the bonfire glow
Oh yeah, rain on you selfish lovers
Hey girls, drunk on the weekends
Nubile skin meets car seat leather, radio forecasts stormy weather

In the mornings down at the five & dime
Watching golden pennies pancake on a sun burnt railroad line
Dewdrops cover the world in brine
And the salty bangs of August taste like long red bottles off'

Hey boys, down by the bonfire glow
Oh yeah, rain on you selfish lovers
Hey girls, drunk on the weekends

All the lads they come when their sisters call
When the linseed oil and laughter turns to lust and alcohol
Moonlight reaps what the midday sews
All the yearlings leave their mothers when the summer bonfires glow

Hey boys, down by the bonfire glow
Oh yeah, rain on you selfish lovers
Hey girls, drunk on the weekends
Lightning strikes the broken-hearted find a field and let's get started