Sweet mother come down and say your prayersnFor the fields are rank with summer, as if God just left them therenAnd who is that caught in your death row starenAll your Midwest sons and daughters 'neath the world's electric'nnHey boys, down by the bonfire glownOh yeah, rain on you selfish loversnHey girls, drunk on the weekendsnNubile skin meets car seat leather, radio forecasts stormy weathernnIn the mornings down at the five & dimenWatching golden pennies pancake on a sun burnt railroad linenDewdrops cover the world in brinenAnd the salty bangs of August taste like long red bottles off'nnHey boys, down by the bonfire glownOh yeah, rain on you selfish loversnHey girls, drunk on the weekendsnnAll the lads they come when their sisters callnWhen the linseed oil and laughter turns to lust and alcoholnMoonlight reaps what the midday sewsnAll the yearlings leave their mothers when the summer bonfires glownnHey boys, down by the bonfire glownOh yeah, rain on you selfish loversnHey girls, drunk on the weekendsnLightning strikes the broken-hearted find a field and let's get started