Cowbirds Lyrics - Limbo - Throwing Muses

Pack the truck under the moon 

Jesus Christ, my lips are red 

You ask a lot of the moon 

When you ask me to forget 

I never asked you to pay my rent 

Jesus Christ, my lips are red 

God, You turn me on my head 

You're gonna haul me back again 

I heard cowbirds call us at home 

I heard cowbirds call us at home 

Fry your ground, take it 

Lie around naked 

I think God dripped you out of a sunbeam 

Only God dragged you out of a tree with me 

I pulled you out of a snow bank 

I think you grew me out of the dirt 

I heard you pulled me out of a church 

To worship you, worship you 

I wanna ride inside 

I wanna ride inside 

I hold both of your fingers tighter 

You hold all of my hand, man 

I can see right through you 

I can see right through you 

I double-back and lose for this 

I miss you, I miss you 

I heard cowbirds call us home 

He don't seem so keen 

He don't seem so keen to me 

He don't seem so keen 

He don't seem that keen on me 

I never asked him to pay my rent 

Jesus Christ, that rose is red 

I'm turning it on its head 

It's like he does to me 

You suck me dry, I'll never die 

You suck me dry, I'll never die 

You suck me dry, I'll never die 

Me and your rose are gonna haul you back again