This Town

I won't complain, even if this town caught fire
 And we all rolled around on the ground tryna put our clothes out
 I wont...
 Leaders who cant lead, the pitiful resistance
 I wont...
 There are those of us who wait
 For a prophet who will lead us out of the wilderness
 As far as i can see from here
 The blowers still blowing
 The growers only growing
 Im gone...
 But we will fall past resistace
 It's too late to follow signs
 May we all find,
 Something in this,
 Hallelujah
 If only the rain, hadn't felt quite so disliked
 And we'd managed our resources better here here go the glasses
 Clinking
 Tommorow we should paint, our faces and do a rain dance
 I will...
 I will...
 There are those of us who wait
 For a prophet who will lead us out of the wilderness
 As far as i can see from here
 The blowers still blowing
 The growers only growing
 Im gone...
 But we will fall past resistace
 It's too late to follow signs
 May we all find,
 Something in this,
 Hallelujah