Hoots & Hellmouth - Picked By the Root lyrics

Babe you look half asleep You�re hiding your eyes and I can�t see Where you�ve gotten now Are you up and how high are you? Hi how are you? Does it feel a little better when you sing All those shades of gray You gather in a day Away away? Is it common where you come from To laugh at losers in love As they all fall from grace Burying their faces in the dirt Of dear old mother earth? Then it�s right back to the root of the curse You can blame your mother�s heart But don�t pick it apart Cuz it picked you Yes you Little ol� you Sit down on your hands and wait it out Maybe I should just take a hint Run myself for the president Or take a savior�s tone And lead all my little lambs home back to My father�s house On an orchard in the south Where there�s a hole in the roof And all the water�s run out Where I would no less be Happy as a seed in the sod Just waiting for the nod Sit down on your hands and wait it out