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Throwing Muses - Cowbirds lyrics
Pack the truck under the moon Jesus Christ, my lips are red You ask a lot of the moon When you ask me to forget I never asked you to pay my rent Jesus Christ, my lips are red God, you turn me on my head You're gonna haul me back again I heard cowbirds call us home I heard cowbirds call us home Fry your ground, take it Lie around naked I think God dripped you out of a sunbeam Only God dragged you out a tree with me I pulled you out of a snow bank I think you grew me out of the dirt I heard you pulled me out of a church To worship you Worship you I wanna ride inside I wanna ride inside I hold both of your fingers tighter You hold all of my hand, man I can see right through you I can see right through you I double-back and lose for this I miss you I miss you I heard cowbirds call us home He don't seem so keen He don't seem so keen to me He don't seem so keen He don't seem that keen on me I never asked him to pay my rent Jesus Christ, that rose is red I'm turning it on it's head Just like he does to me You suck me dry I'll never die You suck me dry I'll never die You suck me dry I'll never die Me and your rose Are gonna haul you back again |
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