Aluminum Can

Crush me down an aluminum can
Poke me with a fork o'er half baked yam
Toss me in the frying pan
I would never bite the hand
If I could be sure o' the hand that feeds me

Doop-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
Doop-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
Doop-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
Doop-doo-doo, doo-doo

Feeding frenzy on prescription words
Swallowing the silence that returns
Following in footsteps
Petrified by time
Under madness are familiar faces

And you are just a semblance of before
Following the dust and calling it more
These are the seeds
These are the seeds that beseech the leaves for cover

Hiking canyons where people have fallen
These are places where some learn to fly
Breaking, escaping
Molds that are growing
Stepping over, cutting off the ties

And you are just a semblance of before
Following the dust and calling it more
These are the seeds
These are the seeds that beseech the leaves for cover

Doop-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
Doop-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
Doop-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
Doop-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo



Credits
Writer(s): Amanda Barrett, Signe Dewald
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