Lyrics

Doesn't anybody feel That all these killers should be killed And all these healers should be healed So all these beggars can be filled And now tell me why am I to lie If I'm holding firm and feel the right To lie beside this dog of mine And let that perverted thought really run through my mind Through my mind Ah-ooo-ah Ah-ooo-ah Ah-ooo-ah Ah-ooo-ah Ahhh... I'd scrape my toes across the floor This day's the same as those before And though inside I'm feeling giddy Always wrong for never giving myself an uninvaded door So now I'll take a little glue I'll put together a new glittered room for you So I can start sitting so pretty Instead of sitting here not seein' clear just sitting here not fittin' here No things ain't fittin' here Ah-ooo-ah Ah-ooo-ah Ah-ooo-ah Ah-ooo-ah Now I'll just lay my head down beside this God of mine And let that perverted thought burn a hole in my mind Oh and if I can't lay my head beside this God of mine Oh then maybe the hunter's dog called God could be my friend in time
Writer(s): Brad Smith, Glen Graham, Shannon Hoon, Thomas Stevens, Christopher Thorn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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