In The Dry

The roof is leaking rust Disintegrates and dust I shot a man on sunday Now I'm a fugitive on monday Yeah, oh we're In the dry The sheriff on my trail To escort me to jail With bloodhounds fat and unhealthy I may be cornered but I'm wealthy Yeah, oh we're In the dry Yeah, oh we're In the dry I rise to meet my rivals They shoot me with their rifles Now I'm lying by a pool On a blanket, moist and cool Yeah, oh we're In the dry Yeah, oh we're In the dry In the dry