The Sterling Loons - Wilting In The Sun Lyrics
The salvation brigade was such a dwarf speciesCommitted to form, stately cultivationPerpetuate ideas of midsummer philosophersSit on the porch, criticize each otherWilting in the sun, wilting in the sunPink lemonade was poured into the ashesKept them in line, feeding off the weatherIntensify their fears while plotting with the regularsHanging around, yeah, talking to their brothersWilting in the sun, wilting in the sunObedient walls of trumpets for a backdropLoosely arranged, but aiming toward the centerSubtle ricochets, glancing off the glasswareLime on the side, expressing it's displeasureWilting in the sun, wilting in the sunWilting in the sun, in the sun, in the sun