I must be out of my head I must have lost a lot of blood I must have just forgot about it I must have gotten slow Well [?] who I was Always getting pushed around Diggin in the frozen ground Picking up bones Where the roosters roam Behind the parking lot Waiting on a gunshot Call em home We could make us a fire With a pile of violins Living like a citizen Getting along Im always looking for you [Instrumental Break] Im always looking for you When youre not in front of me Sweeter than any honeybee Sad as a song Sweeter than any honeybee Sweeter than any honeybee Sad as a song
honeybee, sweeter, must, gunshot, sad