Sweet mother come down and say your prayers For the fields are rank with summer, as if God just left them there And who is that caught in your death row stare All your Midwest sons and daughters 'neath the world's electric' Hey boys, down by the bonfire glow Oh yeah, rain on you selfish lovers Hey girls, drunk on the weekends Nubile skin meets car seat leather, radio forecasts stormy weather In the mornings down at the five & dime Watching golden pennies pancake on a sun burnt railroad line Dewdrops cover the world in brine And the salty bangs of August taste like long red bottles off' Hey boys, down by the bonfire glow Oh yeah, rain on you selfish lovers Hey girls, drunk on the weekends All the lads they come when their sisters call When the linseed oil and laughter turns to lust and alcohol Moonlight reaps what the midday sews All the yearlings leave their mothers when the summer bonfires glow Hey boys, down by the bonfire glow Oh yeah, rain on you selfish lovers Hey girls, drunk on the weekends Lightning strikes the broken-hearted find a field and let's get started