Letra de Carry You Home - Kenny White
Letra de canci�n de Carry You Home de Kenny White lyrics
damage has been done, family's torn apart
are you the only one that couldn't see this far
battle lines are drawn, no one gets off free
sorry you were born, i'm sure you think the same of me.
where's the rulebook, i can't find it?c'mon tear it into shreds
only fools have ever signed it, only fools have ever bled
try minding your own business, man who died and made you pope
anyone can tell you this is blindness that you're calling hope
the state of georgia on their knees, got down last night to pray for rain
you can call this desperate means, or certifiably insane
i'm tired of wishing on the stars, of smokeless, hopeless, dead end bars
we're out of bounds and pigeonholed. shined up to be bought and sold
the sour taste of politics, pound my head into the bricks
we've learned to live with second rate and nothing changing but the date
the revolution will be televised and sponsored by maybelline eyes
i'm afraid that too much time will pass before we pull our heads out of our
ask your child what he needs, what's making him act out like that
ignore the fact that he might be a thoughtless, spoiled little brat
kids think they're hot but got no fire, gadgets have replaced desire
the golden rule is still followed, but now it's mostly about the gold
i'm tired of fingers on no pulse, of featherweight tv idols
low rent looks and highway rage, i'm tired of trying to act your age
weekend boys so meek and mild, they talk the talk but got no style
the girls win by a country mile, still lag behind in single file
the perfect couldn't-care-less face, the hair so neatly out of place
the faint glow of sincerity, look at me ? don't look at me
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everything's all right, don't feel so alone. jesus gonna carry you home
bibles raised, fingers point, first noses out of joint
until their closet opens wide and we shake the skeletons inside
you must be some conservative, gung-ho to die and scared to live
confusing flags with pride assuming god is on your side
before this planet's left for dead, how ?bout you lend a hand instead
of counting on the fiery lakes, clean up your mess, for heaven's sake
failure's now prosperity, lying's now sincerity
sixty's the new twenty eight, still everyone is running late
teachers barely pay their bills, but learn to swing a louisville
don't matter you can't field or run, ten million in your 401
all the broken little pieces, all the sad fashionistas
sunken cheeks and rotten moods, phds in attitudes
here lie fifty empty shells, and suddenly there're no more Bells
innocents are falling dead, can't get it straight, who, when, what said
cases are just open, shut. the news gives us everything but.
another lamb fed to the slaughter, this machine is out of order.
everything's all right, don't feel so alone. jesus gonna carry you home
shawn pelton?drums
marty ballou?upright bass
duke levine?guitar
kenny white?piano, arp strings, percussion
tom "bones? malone?flute
amy helm, catherine russell?background vocals
are you the only one that couldn't see this far
battle lines are drawn, no one gets off free
sorry you were born, i'm sure you think the same of me.
where's the rulebook, i can't find it?c'mon tear it into shreds
only fools have ever signed it, only fools have ever bled
try minding your own business, man who died and made you pope
anyone can tell you this is blindness that you're calling hope
the state of georgia on their knees, got down last night to pray for rain
you can call this desperate means, or certifiably insane
i'm tired of wishing on the stars, of smokeless, hopeless, dead end bars
we're out of bounds and pigeonholed. shined up to be bought and sold
the sour taste of politics, pound my head into the bricks
we've learned to live with second rate and nothing changing but the date
the revolution will be televised and sponsored by maybelline eyes
i'm afraid that too much time will pass before we pull our heads out of our
ask your child what he needs, what's making him act out like that
ignore the fact that he might be a thoughtless, spoiled little brat
kids think they're hot but got no fire, gadgets have replaced desire
the golden rule is still followed, but now it's mostly about the gold
i'm tired of fingers on no pulse, of featherweight tv idols
low rent looks and highway rage, i'm tired of trying to act your age
weekend boys so meek and mild, they talk the talk but got no style
the girls win by a country mile, still lag behind in single file
the perfect couldn't-care-less face, the hair so neatly out of place
the faint glow of sincerity, look at me ? don't look at me
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/carry-you-home-kenny-white.php
everything's all right, don't feel so alone. jesus gonna carry you home
bibles raised, fingers point, first noses out of joint
until their closet opens wide and we shake the skeletons inside
you must be some conservative, gung-ho to die and scared to live
confusing flags with pride assuming god is on your side
before this planet's left for dead, how ?bout you lend a hand instead
of counting on the fiery lakes, clean up your mess, for heaven's sake
failure's now prosperity, lying's now sincerity
sixty's the new twenty eight, still everyone is running late
teachers barely pay their bills, but learn to swing a louisville
don't matter you can't field or run, ten million in your 401
all the broken little pieces, all the sad fashionistas
sunken cheeks and rotten moods, phds in attitudes
here lie fifty empty shells, and suddenly there're no more Bells
innocents are falling dead, can't get it straight, who, when, what said
cases are just open, shut. the news gives us everything but.
another lamb fed to the slaughter, this machine is out of order.
everything's all right, don't feel so alone. jesus gonna carry you home
shawn pelton?drums
marty ballou?upright bass
duke levine?guitar
kenny white?piano, arp strings, percussion
tom "bones? malone?flute
amy helm, catherine russell?background vocals
