Disease

It was summer and 106 degrees
The air was hot water
There was no motion in the trees
And in this weather only two things grow
Or three: frustration, hot tempers, and disease
That menace has found us again
It's not just the old giving up and in
Don't let it take your breath away
We're all feeling ill at ease
Since we were swinging through the trees
And everyone knows no one will ever know
The true source of disease
I don't know about God
But I'm sure there's a devil
You see it in the eyes
Of every man and woman who's ill
I don't know about Hell or our souls
But our bodies are all going to Hell
And disease has found us again
In a few healthy years
Do we think it will end?
Don't let it take your breath away