Row Row Row

On this grey common Monday
Of this year with no end
From Argentina to Dublin
I search again and again

I ride the horses to Cairo
I take the bus to Berlin
To find a city with kindness
From Sacramento to Spain

And all I do is row row
Row the boat
Row Row Row the boat

And all I do is row row
Row the boat
Row Row Row the boat

In the city of angels
I hear they run out of guns
I hear they killed all the children
I hear they run out of moms

In the city of charcoal
I hear they run out of gas
I hear they burned every forest
The water's colored with rust

And all I do is row row
Row the boat
Row Row Row the boat

And all I do is row row
Row the boat
Row Row Row the boat

I'm stuck in this room
While the best of me
Is stuck in a place
And the place is still
Instill my juicy, liquid lust
As I cover me up in pure distrust
Can I ran to far, where you won't find me?
Ran out of luck when you met me
I second my view
And I seldom need
I suck it all up
And all I do is row the boat

And all I do is row row
Row the boat
Row Row Row the boat

And all I do is

In the town of religion
I hear they ran out of priests
They ran out of holy water
And now the demons are free

In the city of churches
I hear they killed all the nuns
I hear they lost all the martyrs
And all the saints had to run

And all I do is row row row
Row the boat
Row Row Row the boat

And all I do is row row row
Row the boat
Row Row Row the boat

And all I do is

And all I do is row row row
Row the boat
Row Row Row the boat

And all I do is row row row
Row the boat
Row Row Row the boat



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Writer(s): Evanglia Georgakopoulou
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