Hoots & Hellmouth

Hoots & Hellmouth - Picked By The Roots lyrics

rate me

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.

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