Tom Catmull: music and lyrics

bob shephard at the pulp mill tells me nothing can be done
but brian sais machines and cheaper wages ain't the ones who've taken my job from me

So we load up in the duely maybe take her for a ride
With half an empty bottle, brian whistles by my side
cold winds'll blow trees to bend

hello daddy
hello mother
someone tell God above to try and stop the water
Its rained for days now
and nights unending
and I am tired of pointing fingers at myself

rainstorms fall on empty fields like childeren in the street
and water rolls off this truck like the blood upon his feet
and I ain't got nothin but time for you

and my buddy brian he tells me, he sais "the black mans on the run"
he walks on down the street
and we feel like something should be done
brian smiles and offers a ride to him