Rae Spoon
Throw Some Dirt On Me
Well there ain't no room for banjo in the suburbsYou can't sit on a curb in the suburbsYou can't sit on a curb in the suburbsIf you don't own anything, you better keep movingAnd then its one too many days in the packing plantYou take the fish out of water and put him in a canYou take the fish out of water and put him in a canYou can snap, and blame it on the packing plantYou spend all day at the old AYou spend all day at the old AIts funny when you're young;When you're old you're gonna fit inYou're at the edge of the land with you head in your handsWell all the boat are sinkingThere's no use in thinkingYou could float awayElijah was a prophet, not a saviourElijah was a prophet, not a saviourElijah was a prophet, not a saviourThats the last thing I needWell I'm gonna lay down nowThrow some dirt on meLetras de cancionesI'm gonna lay down nowThrow some dirt on meHold my head on the teeBut throw some dirt on meWell i know I'm still movingThrow some dirt on meThe old guy said i could use fine machineryI only lost one armThrow some dirt on meUse a park accent that dance is coming back to meI can't stop the screamingThrow some dirt on meThe only gold rush is in the silicon valleyThrow some dirt on meElijah said I will never be freeThrow some dirt on me
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