Wettin' Down the Dirt-Jared Mees/The Grown Children

歌手 : Jared Mees / The Grown Children

专辑 : Caffeine, Alcohol, Sunshine, Money

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:42

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Wettin' Down the Dirt - Jared Mees/The Grown Children

You can build it up or you can break it down

You can tell it kid you're on the wrong side of the town

You can wear it out or you can wisen up

You can drink white risky from your old man's coffee cup

But don't forget about the time you wasted all those pretty days

Lying silent in the bedroom while they vanished in the haze

The possibilities you'll find will only serve to change your open mind

Lay there long enough and you'll end up getting bored

Until you realize all you need is just the truth

And a couple simple bar chords

You can talk and talk or you can shut your mouth

You can burn the photographs in the shed behind the house

You can crane your neck to see the rising sun

Or you can sit and wait for it with an old sod off shot gun

But it'll creep up on behind you from the place you least expect

And then break your bleeding heart before it rings your weary neck

And even though it never quite belongs sneaks into your every single song

All those petty things you never meant to say

Like hi there nice to meet you please drive safely have a very pleasant day

You can blink or gawk at the hand that you've been dealed

But either way you know your crops are rottin' in the field

You can go to mass you can go to church

You can make believe your blood ain't meant for wettin' down the dirt

So throw a palm tree on the fire girl watch those leaves ignite

And sing the blues out on some island 40 days and 40 nights

And maybe all that mexico blood you

Spill on that cracking bridge of yours will last

You until the firelight is gone and leaves you cold

Sleeping with the gray whales white bones and black ghosts

Until the day that you get old

You can protest wars say the president's a liar

But in this type of town you're only preaching to the choir

Cause the thing that's gonna get us ain't the one we're protesting

It's all happened before it will all happen again

And the only thing I claim to know about the enemy

They use a dash of violence and a dire look of subtlety

So go ahead expose those evil plans

Cause you always got an inside man

Do whatever makes you feel fine

Just know whatever you swallow's always attached to some sort of lie