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