Jim's not talking to Ruth, she still acts like his dad She could learn how to stand on the anthill But she's not in the mood and the cat's in the bag and the cow and the dog are in there too But Jim's not really mad, it's his speech impediment Flap your hands as you dive in the carpool Though it's not what he meant Today they come and take the drivers away Tomorrow they will set the building ablaze Let the ash and the dust fill the air Person A lost a shoe, person B lost his teeth Good thing they fought the war on the sidewalk And the kids love their meat, like a dog loves a bone invite the girl with the pig from the sidewalk She'll come some other week Today they come and take the cowboys away Tomorrow they will steal the haloes of saints Let the moans and the cries fill the air Qualify from a coffin to lifeboat Common eyes see 'why' in an eyeful Who am I in a war of the wasted? Kill the truce if the flag isn’t blowing (Thanks to Tom for these lyrics) ^{Jim + Ruth Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com/}