all through uncle sam's yard they grew thick
and then they grew arms
the stock piles
the kitchen tiles that we swept
where we spent our lives
down to the dime
to the last of our minds
we put down everything
the lake drew blood
pools where we swam
and caught summer colds
the floods came
we gave in to the threat
when we placed our bets
down to the dime
to the last of our minds
we put down everything
the world grew on the shrunken tools
that we built but we couldn't fix
the stock crash
or the kitchen trash that we ate
the spice of our lives
down to the dime
to the last of our minds
we put down everything
that wasn't damaged by smoke
everyone listened
whenever we spoke
now everything is
how everyone thought that it could be