Teksty: Willard Grant Conspiracy. Right on Time.

I've never seen a sky
As flat as this one
As flat as the brown earth
Beneath our feet

I've never seen a horizon
As dim as this one
It's hundred and ten in the street

And it's summer time again
In southern California
As fabled as any land ever known

And inside this house
With bars on the window
We won't get shown
The rest of the world

Here come the rain birds
Here come the rain birds
Here come the rain birds
Right on time

Well, out here, there's a
Riot waiting to happen
A whole lot of people
They will be hurt

There's just too many of us
Thrown together
On the seven square miles of dirt

Inside this house
It's cool and dark
We keep the lights off
'Cause it, it hurt our eyes

And out in the backyard
Sun bakes the earth
Out by the old garage

Here come the rain birds
Here come the rain birds
Here come the rain birds
Right on time

Here come the rain birds
Here come the rain birds
Here come the rain birds
Here come the rain birds

Here come the rain birds
Right on time, right on time
Right on time, right on time