Fruit Trader Lyrics by John Mellencamp

Fruit Trader Lyrics

    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"

    Chorus:
    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

    Chorus:
    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?

    Chorus:
    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

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