These Are My Dress Clothes - Bison b.c.

Bodies are burning, your love it ain’t earning

Arms are out reaching, our birth should have stayed in

Down in the wasteland of our town a showdown

Finding a fortune within us

The fire ain’t out

Bring on the drought

Slow down the function, our heart beats the weapon

Lightning filled eyes washout blackening skies

Cupping your breath with the dirtiest fingers

Kissing the dirt with the strangers

These are my dress clothes