Sit crooked and talk to me straight
Does the money make you happy
Now that you've reached the end?
Now that the heat is rising
It's scorching the ground
You're trying to scream
But you can't make a sound
The winds, they are howling
The oceans are broiling
You're trying to scream
But you can't
Make a sound
Make a sound
Now you're tending your dark garden
Where you've planted your black seed
Did you make a pretty penny?
Was it worth it in the end?
Now that the heat is rising
It's scorching the ground
And you're trying to scream
But you can't make a sound
The winds, they are howling
The oceans are broiling
You're trying to scream
But you can't
Make a sound
Make a sound
Make a sound
Now that the heat is rising
And you're trying to scream
Trying to scream
But you can't
Make a sound
Make a sound
Make a sound
Make a sound
