Nomads
We clawed through brambles and we swam through mud
Climbed over fences and kicked up some dust
Waded through trash, waded through the weeds
Wild dogs nippin' at our feet
We slept in ditches and we slept in the fog
Slept in your beds while you were gone
Watched our lives get scattered and torn
Hid underground and came out reborn
Oh, Christopher, please bless these nomads
Oh, Christopher, please bless these nomads
We bled some blood, we bled some oil too
Bled on the liars so everyone knew
Fake musicians fell and we just let 'em
Singing if your lyrics were true, you probably wouldn't forget em
Oh, Christopher, please bless these nomads
Oh, Christopher, please bless these nomads
I met my enemies, I met my foes
Taught 'em my songs and I just made 'em join
Ate all the drugs that we were able to eat
Saw the infinite and made our peace
Oh, Christopher, please bless these nomads
Oh, Christopher, please bless these nomads
We lost some lovers and we lost some friends
Some by accident, some by our own hands
But I ain't your mama, I won't take you home
We're moving forward, children, from now on
Oh, Christopher, please bless these nomads
Oh, Christopher, please bless these nomads
Climbed over fences and kicked up some dust
Waded through trash, waded through the weeds
Wild dogs nippin' at our feet
We slept in ditches and we slept in the fog
Slept in your beds while you were gone
Watched our lives get scattered and torn
Hid underground and came out reborn
Oh, Christopher, please bless these nomads
Oh, Christopher, please bless these nomads
We bled some blood, we bled some oil too
Bled on the liars so everyone knew
Fake musicians fell and we just let 'em
Singing if your lyrics were true, you probably wouldn't forget em
Oh, Christopher, please bless these nomads
Oh, Christopher, please bless these nomads
I met my enemies, I met my foes
Taught 'em my songs and I just made 'em join
Ate all the drugs that we were able to eat
Saw the infinite and made our peace
Oh, Christopher, please bless these nomads
Oh, Christopher, please bless these nomads
We lost some lovers and we lost some friends
Some by accident, some by our own hands
But I ain't your mama, I won't take you home
We're moving forward, children, from now on
Oh, Christopher, please bless these nomads
Oh, Christopher, please bless these nomads
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Writer(s): John Harrold Iii Craigie
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