leanora rizbang
Now my old shoes eat cotton
And they dance for hours on end
Nobody knows where I've got them
They always fall for that part of the spin
And your hero dies here
Holdin' seats at the bar for his friends
Groomin' and pickin' his grizzly white beard
Only so much money to spend
When I held onto the only thing I ever felt was mine
It grew gills and impositions
Upon hills I could not climb
So I looked around for freedom
And some easy place to sleep
I murmured prayers and incantations
And I loved you more than me, yoh-oh-ooh
Your little brother wears a ponytail
Your awful mother faints
I could've told you I loved you
But the truth means so much less
For when I held onto the only thing I ever felt was mine
It grew gills and impositions
Upon hills I could not climb
So I looked around for freedom
And some easy place to sleep
I murmured prayers and incantations
And I loved you more than me, yoh-oh-ooh
Now when your voice is growing distant
When the light in your eyes is dimmed
You want me to be a better man
It ain't me you want, it's him
For he walks in filthy trousers
And he swims in sodden creeks
But in the morning come the Sun
That won't be him you want but me, yoh-oh-ooh
And they dance for hours on end
Nobody knows where I've got them
They always fall for that part of the spin
And your hero dies here
Holdin' seats at the bar for his friends
Groomin' and pickin' his grizzly white beard
Only so much money to spend
When I held onto the only thing I ever felt was mine
It grew gills and impositions
Upon hills I could not climb
So I looked around for freedom
And some easy place to sleep
I murmured prayers and incantations
And I loved you more than me, yoh-oh-ooh
Your little brother wears a ponytail
Your awful mother faints
I could've told you I loved you
But the truth means so much less
For when I held onto the only thing I ever felt was mine
It grew gills and impositions
Upon hills I could not climb
So I looked around for freedom
And some easy place to sleep
I murmured prayers and incantations
And I loved you more than me, yoh-oh-ooh
Now when your voice is growing distant
When the light in your eyes is dimmed
You want me to be a better man
It ain't me you want, it's him
For he walks in filthy trousers
And he swims in sodden creeks
But in the morning come the Sun
That won't be him you want but me, yoh-oh-ooh
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Writer(s): Benjamin Cole Wuamett, Jeremy Johnson Asay, Aaron D Mattison
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