we catch the crabs at night on the black road
just shovel them into the waiting bag
until the sweat pools and your spirits flag
above the stars signal in arcane code
while you wipe down with an old smelly rag
we catch the crabs at night on the black road
that leads us back to where the waters flowed
past all the places where we let hope sag
back into swamp where memories might nag
we catch the crabs at night on the black road
we catch the crabs at night on the black road
just shovel them into the waiting bag
until the sweat pools and your spirits flag
above the stars signal in arcane code
while you wipe down with an old smelly rag
we catch the crabs at night on the black road
that leads us back to where the waters flowed
past all the places where we let hope sag
back into swamp where memories might nag
we catch the crabs at night on the black road
this is the kingdom where the true god rules
a horrid realm where every light's a lie
and only pain can fall out of the sky
no gentle beast can rest by shaded pools
instead by harsh noon light predator drools
and angry laughter fills its leering eye
not one of us can choose we must comply
if anyone said otherwise they're fools
you listen and you count each fading beat
of that weak drum you claim to want to hear
there is no other music that is left
nor any other players in this heat
who might give us the music we hold dear
just to remind us that we are bereft
this is the kingdom where the true god rules
a horrid realm where every light's a lie
and only pain can fall out of the sky
no gentle beast can rest by shaded pools
instead by harsh noon light predator drools
and angry laughter fills its leering eye
not one of us can choose we must comply
if anyone said otherwise they're fools
you listen and you count each fading beat
of that weak drum you claim to want to hear
there is no other music that is left
nor any other players in this heat
who might give us the music we hold dear
just to remind us that we are bereft
