Текст песни «Wettin Down The Dirt» от Jared Mees and the Grown Children

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Jared Mees and the Grown Children - "Wettin Down The Dirt"

Lyrics to Wettin Down The Dirt :

You can build it up or you can break it down

You can tell it, "Kid, youre 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 mans coffee cup*



But dont forget about the time you wasted all those pretty days

Lying silent in the bedroom while they vanished in the haze

The possibilities youll find will only serve to change your open mind

Lay there long enough and youll 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 itll 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 youve 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 aint 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 presidents a liar

But in this type of town, youre only preaching to the choir

Cause the thing thats gonna get us aint the one were protesting

Its 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 swallows always attached to some sort of lie
[ Wettin Down The Dirt Lyrics  ]

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