So much for the big dreams of revolutionnI suppose this bleeding just ain’t gonna stop.nHyenas are gathering, bad jokes and chattering,nBut the moon setting down soon, so what does it matter?nIn the brush the firelight, dances in their eyes,nMoon setting down soon, what does it matter?nI’m a terrible suffering man, you want no part of men’cause everywhere I go, only heartache and misery.nnEvery time I hear that rattle, my ribs shoot full of pain.nSo much for saving water and depending on the rain.nScorpion conspiring, vipers all a grin,nAnd the sun coming up soon, so what does it matter?nBig cat stretch her back, hear that grass break and crack,nSun coming up soon, what does it matter?nI’m a terrible suffering man, you want no part of men’cause everywhere I go, only heartache and misery.