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