1 2 3 Lyrics - Nomads Indians Saints - Indigo Girls

From the bowery to the brimstone I tried to find your heart 

The drugs of initiation, the bottom of a barrel that drops 

I understand your causes sympathize with motivation 

All the details of this war are just self-infatuation 

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Nothing's for free 

4 5 6 

Pick up the sticks 

And go home 

Your manic blood runs thick my friend are you looking for a clean escape 

What's left when the locks have all been broken young children of authority 

Tell me how long can you be agile dancing between the alter and the merci seat 

Now here's a chance to make a choice are you aware of the fire beneath your feet 

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Nothing's for free 

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Pick up the sticks 

And go home 

You better own up to me 

Yeah Yeah 

Go home 

The basement lies within us 

Our fear comes through the door 

Now there's nothing left between us 

As the fear becomes a roar 

Once that wheel is in motion don't lose what you have found 

We're talking bout the burning wheel of tongues everything that makes it go round and round 

We're all born in the devil's scorn he wants to see you die 

I'm asking you, "are you true", and everything they say is a lie is a lie now 

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Nothing's for free 

4 5 6 

Pick up the sticks 

And go 1 2 3 

Nothing's for free 

4 5 6 

Pick up the sticks 

And go 1 2 3 (we're all born) 

Nothing's for free (in the devil's scorn) 

1 2 3 (we're all born) 

Nothing's for free (in the devil's scorn) 

And everything they say is a lie it's a lie now 

Everything they say is a lie it's a lie 

Pick up the sticks (pick up the sticks) 

Pick up the sticks (pick up the sticks) 

Pick up the sticks (pick up the sticks) 

Pick up the sticks