I hope you don’t shoot at the terps, oh   I hope you don’t stoop to dirty words, oh   I hope you don’t send out the birds   Hope you don’t send out the birds      When you watch your houses come down   And all the flames shooting around up there in the air   Down here on the ground      I hope you don’t send up the stripes, oh   Hope you don’t swallow all of the nightglow   Hope you don’t sight all the bright snow   Shake your fist down at the night, oh      When you watch your houses come down   And all the flames shooting around up there in the air   Down here on the ground      You find blame where you want it to be   You find things where you wanted to be   So fix it up, fix it up   You find things where you wanted to be