Rae Spoon - Throw Some Dirt On Me lyrics

Well there ain't no room for banjo in the suburbs You can't sit on a curb in the suburbs You can't sit on a curb in the suburbs If you don't own anything, you better keep moving And then its one too many days in the packing plant You take the fish out of water and put him in a can You take the fish out of water and put him in a can You can snap, and blame it on the packing plant You spend all day at the old A You spend all day at the old A Its funny when you're young; When you're old you're gonna fit in You're at the edge of the land with you head in your hands Well all the boat are sinking There's no use in thinking You could float away Elijah was a prophet, not a saviour Elijah was a prophet, not a saviour Elijah was a prophet, not a saviour Thats the last thing I need Well I'm gonna lay down now Throw some dirt on me I'm gonna lay down now Throw some dirt on me Hold my head on the tee But throw some dirt on me Well i know I'm still moving Throw some dirt on me The old guy said i could use fine machinery I only lost one arm Throw some dirt on me Use a park accent that dance is coming back to me I can't stop the screaming Throw some dirt on me The only gold rush is in the silicon valley Throw some dirt on me Elijah said I will never be free Throw some dirt on me