Lyrics by Indi Riverflow

Old man what have you left for us
Fields of poison and cities of rust
The sky painted industrial grey,
Foggin’ up tomorrow for your gravy today

Left us nothing but hunger and thirst
That big ole bubble has already burst
Our generation’s under a mountain of debt
The only part of school we won’t soon forget

Show us the carrot show us the stick
You better go ahead and take your pick
Whether it’s a cubicle or holding cell
There’s a place for you at the Jones’ Motel

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Strung out on flesh and bones
Hung up by that naggin’ Jones
Some are stuck with needles
Others the arrow of love
Even the flowers are hooked
On sunshine raining from above

What is this place where have we gone?
There’s a cold breeze and an empty dawn
They say you can count on taxes and death
Soon they’ll tax your very breath

Jones got us grinding our lives away
But today’s worth more than the factory pays
My guitar always has this deep urge to play
Jonesin’ for more strummin’ every day

We’re hooked on water, hooked on air
Hooked on each other, I do declare
All these Joneses you’d better feed
If you can tell a want from a need