Summer, again, finally. The birds are singing, the 8-mile motorcycle races have picked up, and the Amazon delivery drones like hummingbirds bob and weave about the neighborhood, pollinating and propagating in their economic ecosystem. Another thing to get used to, hard to imagine where it all ends up.

LYRICS

Old Church ladies and the Jesse James
It don’t matter cuz they’re all the same
Their bodies stop six feet down
But their souls never grab the right bones

They keep going down
Yeah they keep going down
Aw they keep going down
Yeah they keep going down, down, down

They gave ‘em  numbers took away their names
Through the tunnel to the ball and chains
Jim Lincoln makes ‘em stand in a line
Frank Murphy tells them  where to go

They keep going down
Yeah they keep going down
Aw they keep going down
Yeah they keep going down, down, down

The drillers drill and the miners mine
There’s lots of money where the sun don’t shine
It’s hot as hell but they can’t slow down
There’s still a lot of juice in the ground

They keep going down
Yeah they keep going down
Aw they keep going down
Yeah they keep going down, down, down

The devil’s calling and it’s time to go
Heaven’s falling it’s the final show
There’s fortunes made and fortunes gone
With the markets and the bombs
The markets and the bombs

They keep going down
Yeah they keep going down
Aw they keep going down
Yeah they keep going down, down, down

Gravity is the final force
It pulls and pulls and charts the course
The water circles down the drain
And don’t forget the rain

They keep going down
Yeah they keep going down
Aw they keep going down
Yeah they keep going down, down, down