Written by: John Mellencamp



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"



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



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?



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