Shoulder Mountain
You walk into a room
And you are instantly feeling uncomfortable
But it was cold outside
Figures huddling, smug and impenetrable
They have their backs to you
And their shoulders are forming a mountain range
They don't invite you in
Though you are of their ilk, and by no means strange
When you finally find your family
Will you be turning your back on your former self?
It's a story of hypocrisy
Who once was poor, is now a man of wealth
Will he be turning his back on his former self?
Will he be turning his back?
Turning your back again?
Turning your back again?
Turning your back on your former self
Ooh
How do we know when a stranger's not a God in disguise?
Who will fallow your fields and make you bleed from your eyes
Rain fire from the skies
And for God's sakes
Open your door
They have their backs to you
(Ooh)
They don't invite you in
(Ooh)
Turning your back on your former self
Will you be turning your back?
Turning your back again
Turning your back again
Turning your back on your former self
Ooh
You walk into a room
And you are instantly feeling uncomfortable
But it was cold outside
Figures huddling, smug and impenetrable
How do we know when a stranger's not a God in disguise?
Who will fallow your fields and make you bleed from your eyes
Rain fire from the skies
And for God's sakes
Open your door
And you are instantly feeling uncomfortable
But it was cold outside
Figures huddling, smug and impenetrable
They have their backs to you
And their shoulders are forming a mountain range
They don't invite you in
Though you are of their ilk, and by no means strange
When you finally find your family
Will you be turning your back on your former self?
It's a story of hypocrisy
Who once was poor, is now a man of wealth
Will he be turning his back on his former self?
Will he be turning his back?
Turning your back again?
Turning your back again?
Turning your back on your former self
Ooh
How do we know when a stranger's not a God in disguise?
Who will fallow your fields and make you bleed from your eyes
Rain fire from the skies
And for God's sakes
Open your door
They have their backs to you
(Ooh)
They don't invite you in
(Ooh)
Turning your back on your former self
Will you be turning your back?
Turning your back again
Turning your back again
Turning your back on your former self
Ooh
You walk into a room
And you are instantly feeling uncomfortable
But it was cold outside
Figures huddling, smug and impenetrable
How do we know when a stranger's not a God in disguise?
Who will fallow your fields and make you bleed from your eyes
Rain fire from the skies
And for God's sakes
Open your door
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Wegman Bird
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