Critical Equation

Warm friend we had a ball
 And we knew we had it good
 Camps to kitsch and shoes to fall
 We called it when we could
 Cold front, the undertoe
 Easy come and easy good
 That's how the story blows
 For wires on a fence
 It's a critical equation
 It's a mother of the moon
 When they're calling for a mixture
 A little doom and gloom
 Storm front, rain will fall
 In the eye and in the mud
 Get them drunk on alcohol
 Get them ready for the flood
 It's a sensitive subject
 For a criminal mind
 So I'm taking my number
 I'm getting out of line
 It's a critical equation
 It's a critical equation
 It's a mother of the moon
 And they're calling for a mixture
 A little doom and gloom
 But it's a sensitive subject
 For a criminal mind
 So I'm taking my number
 I'm getting out of line
 It's a critical equation