Sandbox Praise Lyrics - Pax 217

Check, check, check 

Check it like this 

Bring it back with that bass line 

And let me bust another one of my question rhymes 

Whatever happened to play in the mud 

Little kids buildin' castles, all they understood 

Thinkin' but not too much about the box where they sat 

Was their world and all that was in it was good 

Playin' all day 

Till the street light came on, came on 

And momma call you home for spaghetti and meat balls 

And say a little prayer and a bath good night 

Life so simple, return to the next days 

It was back to that sandbox 

Sandbox praise, sandbox praise 

Sandbox praise, sandbox praise 

So dig your hands in the dirt 

Children we play with that earth 

(On and on and on) 

Dig your hands in the dirt 

Children we play with that earth 

(On and on and on) 

Dig your hands in the dirt 

Children we play with that earth 

(On and on and on) 

Dig your hands in the dirt 

Eat the microphone 

2, 1, setting 

Are you with me? 

The question again phrased a little different 

Whatever happened to my beautiful innocence 

I can't remember when but it faded away 

Got lost along the shuffle 'bout the 7th grade 

Never know why or when or where it went 

But I'd sure like to find a little bit of innocence 

Sometimes I have to stop and ask why 

Things always catchin' up with you and me till I die 

'Cause you know what they say 

What you reap is what you sow 

Yet responsibility 

I always see throw away my faith 

(Got to get back to the memories) 

Sandbox praise, sandbox praise 

Sandbox praise, sandbox praise 

So dig your hands in the dirt 

Children we play with that earth 

(On and on and on) 

Dig your hands in the dirt 

Children we play with that earth 

(On and on and on) 

Dig your hands in the dirt 

Children we play with that earth 

(On and on and on) 

Dig your hands in the dirt 

Sandbox praise, sandbox praise 

Sandbox praise, sandbox praise 

Sandbox praise, sandbox praise