Peepholes In the mission the parishioners have been Throwing rocks through the commisioner's yuppie car windows I understand, I mean they've been there for four generations But it happened to a friend of mine So tell me whose side, whose side are you on? And the fog starts rolling in Because the fog is always rolling in The wild-eyed boy says I'm tired of trying to lose my head He sighs and makes to fake the blues instead He says, "I'm not going to give my love to a brother anymore I'm going to spend time doing the things I moved out here for." And the sun goes down The sun goes down on a California town The sun goes down on a California town My peoples are you with me, where you gone? What happened to the time when we said we could get along Beer gut and nicotine stains, it's a shame Ain't a damn thing changed My peoples were you with me, where you been? Lounging around with your daughters where the Freshwater Kills begins Dead heather and a broken-down train, it's shame Ain't a damn thing changed (The days go so slow, when they go)