Texty: Catatonia. Dead from the Waist Down (Radio Version).

The sun is shinin'
We should be makin' hay
But we're dead from the waist down
Like in California

Victory is empty
There are lessons in defeat
But we're dead from the waist down
We are sleepin' on our feet

We stole the songs from birds in trees
Bought us time on easy street
Now our paths they never meet

We chose to court and flatter greed, ego disposability
I caught a glimpse
And it's not me

Make hay not war
Make hay not war
Make hay not war
Or else we're done for
And we're D from the W down

There's no contracts bindin'
No bad scene beyond repair
But when you're dead from the waist down
You're too far gone to even care

We stole the songs from birds in trees
Bought us time on easy street
Now our paths they never meet

We chose to court and flatter greed, ego disposability
I caught a glimpse
And it's not me

Make hay not war
Make hay not war
Make hay not war
Or else we're done for
And we're D from the W down

Make hay not war
Make hay not war
Make hay not war
Or else we're done for
And we're D from the W down
We're D from the W down
We're D from the W down
We're D from the W down
And we're D from the W down

The sun is shinin'
The sun is shinin'