I went right back home You would have done the same Youd Never wash your hands If you knew theyd dig up dirt again It took a drought To wash her out So i watched the sun That slapped the rain Until we all knew shed go down the drain Theyre the jacks of all trades The fruits of our labors were laid out to rot They danced and sang to the song of amazing grace I told you so Uhoh I got a runnin start and During my second wind Stirred up all the dust With an iron fist and her hair brush It was the prettiest picture you ever saw The prettiest picture not on the wall I heard a voice Covered my eyes Wore a big smile when we dropped like flies Theyre the jacks of all trades The fruits of our labors were laid out to rot They danced and sang to the song of amazing grace I told you so I went right back home You wouldve done the same Dont dare wash your hands We both know theyll dig up dirt again I got a runnin start And during my second wind had a fit Like the bitter son of abraham Hold your breath Did you see the light? Or did your cold shoulder leave us in the ice? Theyre the jacks of all trades The fruits of our labors were laid out to rot They danced and sang to the song of amazing grace I told you so Uhoh
labor, danced, amazing, fruit, sang