Critical Equation

Warm friend we had a ball

And we knew we had it good

Camps to kitsch and shoes to fall

We called it when we could

Cold front

The undertoe

Easy come and easy good

That's how the story blows

For wires on a fence

It's a critical equation

It's a mother of the moon

When they're calling for a mixture

A little doom and gloom

Storm front

Rain will fall

In the eye and in the mud

Get them drunk on alcohol

Get them ready for the flood

It's a sensitive subject

For a criminal mind

So I'm taking my number

I'm getting out of line

It's a critical equation

It's a critical equation

It's a mother of the moon

And they're calling for a mixture

A little doom and gloom

But it's a sensitive subject

For a criminal mind

So I'm taking my number

I'm getting out of line

It's a critical equation