Can you look me in the eye
And tell me that we're fortified
Inside this dream we built ourselves
The pastures lie beyond our cells
Textures that entice and spur
A woman's hair, a canine's fur
If I must wait for paradise
I'll toy with these to kill some time
Mac, they called the dogs on us
We're just looking at the flowers
A leather hand with vaseline
To keep it soft beneath the seams
These callouses were doomed to keep
To wrench inside that fabled dream
And quit! Stop your jerking
Hand over mouth, it isn't working
Oh, we ain't got nowhere else to go
Damned to a life of roam
You know they're going to kill you slow
Oh, we ain't got nowhere else to go
Damned to a life of roam
And now I got to let you go
So look at the flowers
Jimmy Dread - Look at the Flowers Lyrics
Jimmy Dread - Look at the Flowers Lyrics
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Can you look me in the eye
And tell me that we're fortified
Inside this dream we built ourselves
The pastures lie beyond our cells
Textures that entice and spur
A woman's hair, a canine's fur
If I must wait for paradise
I'll toy with these to kill some time
Mac, they called the dogs on us
We're just looking at the flowers
A leather hand with vaseline
To keep it soft beneath the seams
These callouses were doomed to keep
To wrench inside that fabled dream
And quit! Stop your jerking
Hand over mouth, it isn't working
Oh, we ain't got nowhere else to go
Damned to a life of roam
You know they're going to kill you slow
Oh, we ain't got nowhere else to go
Damned to a life of roam
And now I got to let you go
So look at the flowers
And tell me that we're fortified
Inside this dream we built ourselves
The pastures lie beyond our cells
Textures that entice and spur
A woman's hair, a canine's fur
If I must wait for paradise
I'll toy with these to kill some time
Mac, they called the dogs on us
We're just looking at the flowers
A leather hand with vaseline
To keep it soft beneath the seams
These callouses were doomed to keep
To wrench inside that fabled dream
And quit! Stop your jerking
Hand over mouth, it isn't working
Oh, we ain't got nowhere else to go
Damned to a life of roam
You know they're going to kill you slow
Oh, we ain't got nowhere else to go
Damned to a life of roam
And now I got to let you go
So look at the flowers
Writer: James Rhine Jr.
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