The sun is shining
We should be making hay
But weâ??re dead from the waist down
Like in Californ-i-a
Victory is empty
There are lessons in defeat
But weâ??re dead from the waist down
We are sleeping 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 itâ??s not me

Make hay not war
Make hay not war
Make hay not war
Or else youâ??re done for
When weâ??re D from the W down

Thereâ??s no contracts binding
No bad scene beyond repair
But when youâ??re dead from the waist down
Youâ??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 itâ??s not me

Make hay not war
Make hay not war
Make hay not war
Or else weâ??re done for
When youâ??re D from the W down
Make hay not war
Make hay not war
Make hay not war
Or else weâ??re done for
When youâ??re D from the W down
When youâ??re D from the W down
D from the W down
D from the W down