In The Dry - Sparklehorse

The roof is leaking rust

Disintegrates and dust

I shot a man on sunday

Now I’m a fugitive on monday

Yeah, oh we’re

In the dry

The sheriff on my trail

To escort me to jail

With bloodhounds fat and unhealthy

I may be cornered but I’m wealthy

Yeah, oh we’re

In the dry

Yeah, oh we’re

In the dry

I rise to meet my rivals

They shoot me with their rifles

Now I’m lying by a pool

On a blanket, moist and cool

Yeah, oh we’re

In the dry

Yeah, oh we’re

In the dry

In the dry