Fruit Trader Lyrics - Mellencamp John Cougar

Cain told Abel, "Brother, you'd better get busy 

We got watermelon burnin' up out there in the sun" 

Abel said, "Cain, brother, you're drivin' me silly 

Raisin' up this fruit trader bull, you know it ain't no fun" 

We're just yellin' in the dark 

We're just pissin' in the wind 

From underneath the sheets that we pray from 

Better let a little bit of this goodness get in 

So Cain rose up and he slay his brother 

The human soul and violence sometimes can be the next of kin 

And feelings are real in moments of desperation 

When the lowest dimension of the animal is let in 

We're just yellin' in the dark 

We're just pissin' in the wind 

From underneath the sheets that we pray from 

Better let a little bit of this goodness get in 

Ain't got no purpose, ain't got no direction, I ain't got no morals 

Ain't got no politics, ain't got no particular point of view 

What I've got is plenty of time on my hands, Ol' Skinny's playground 

Hey, Lord, tell me again, what you want me to do? 

We're just yellin' in the dark 

We're just pissin' in the wind 

From underneath the sheets that we pray from 

Better let a little bit of this beauty 

Better let a little bit of this goodness get in