Hoots & Hellmouth - Picked By The Roots текст песни

Babe you look half asleep
You're hiding your eyes and I can't see
Where you've gotten now.
Are you up and how high are you?
Hi how are you?
Does it feel a little better when you sing
All those shades of gray
You gather in a day
Away away?

Is it common where you come from
To laugh at losers in love
As they all fall from grace
Burying their faces in the dirt
Of dear old mother earth?
Then it's right back to the root of the curse
You can blame your mother's heart
But don't pick it apart

Cuz it picked you
Yes you
Little ol' you

Sit down on your hands and wait it out

Maybe I should just take a hint
Run myself for the president
Or take a savior's tone
And lead all my little lambs home back to
My father's house
On an orchard in the south
Where there's a hole in the roof
And all the water's run out.
Where I would no less be
Happy as a seed in the sod
Just waiting for the nod.

Sit down on your hands and wait it out.