Pygmylush
Good Dirt
There's dust on my goalsI'm draggin' mudI want the same hair of the dog that bit meYou laughed at expenseYou're thrilled when falling downThe pull of this worldIs not too much on youBecause of it all, you called, I wasn't homeBut the smell of your basement is hereOur love is still goldOur love still comes on strongIt's found us some good dirtTo grow tallTallTallTallTallTallTall
From Letras Mania