This soil is dripping with the blood of angels. I can almost touch their hands through the ground. My eyes are filled with pride. For this land of the dead.
Somehow, someway, somewhere. . Bad blood, when you speak you know Ill listen. Bad blood, all your kisses now Ill miss them. Bad blood, a bulletin on in car system.
I'd hook my wagon to my trike and I'd head across the yard. To my big sandbox where I worked real hard. Playing all day with my little toy trucks. Backhoes, bulldozers, earth-moving stuff.
I wanna be loved by you, bayou baby. Nobody else but you bayou baby. I searched this world from end to end. I finally found where I should've always been.
Every thing's a blessing in disguise. You wear yours, I'll wear mine. Every thing's a blessing in disguise. Falling to rise, the vanishing me is aching to be.