Soda City
Ashes falling all around
In the concrete jungle where the dogs are found
I picked her up in the middle of the day
In the center of the sun so the old folks say
Where oh where could my Sasha be?
She was standing right here right next to me
I could have sworn I saw her melting down
To the drain in the middle of this hell-bent town
Oh, won't you carry me?
My feet have turned to stone you see
Why, when we need some sweet relief
Can't we fly to the trees?
Calling! Calling! Number 9!
We were all in the belly of the diamond mine
We hit bottom and we crawled to the top
But it's a wonder if we'll ever stop
Be very careful Mr. Green
And watch for my sake where you swing that thing
The tree you see will soon be gone
And Carmen too will sing his song
Oh, won't you carry me?
My feet have turned to stone you see
Why, when we need some sweet relief
Can't we fly to the trees?
Oh, won't you carry me?
My feet have turned to stone you see
Why, when we need some sweet relief
Can't we fly to the trees?
Oh, won't you carry me?
My feet have turned to stone you see
Why, when we need some sweet relief
Can't we fly to the trees?
In the concrete jungle where the dogs are found
I picked her up in the middle of the day
In the center of the sun so the old folks say
Where oh where could my Sasha be?
She was standing right here right next to me
I could have sworn I saw her melting down
To the drain in the middle of this hell-bent town
Oh, won't you carry me?
My feet have turned to stone you see
Why, when we need some sweet relief
Can't we fly to the trees?
Calling! Calling! Number 9!
We were all in the belly of the diamond mine
We hit bottom and we crawled to the top
But it's a wonder if we'll ever stop
Be very careful Mr. Green
And watch for my sake where you swing that thing
The tree you see will soon be gone
And Carmen too will sing his song
Oh, won't you carry me?
My feet have turned to stone you see
Why, when we need some sweet relief
Can't we fly to the trees?
Oh, won't you carry me?
My feet have turned to stone you see
Why, when we need some sweet relief
Can't we fly to the trees?
Oh, won't you carry me?
My feet have turned to stone you see
Why, when we need some sweet relief
Can't we fly to the trees?
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Writer(s): Britton Todd
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