wherever weary n weak go…
we blow
when we see the machine gun
we’ll run
(na na na na)
and now we’re wading in the holy water…
while i search for a disguise
i feel the hunger of your sons n daughters
everytime she cries
when i look in your bright eyes
time flies
anytime that the time flies
hope dies
so i wait for the right time
wait for some sorta sign
search for joey butrico
he’ll know
wait for anna brown whitlow
hell no!
(what we doin now?)
now we’re wadin in the holy water
while i search for a disguise
i feel the hunger of your sons n daughters
everytime she tries