Bob Schneider Till Somebody Catches A Feeling
I want to go back to the way it used to be
Before the bad guys came out on the trees
And pulled the sky down on top of the dark
Brown sticky soft packed earth on my heart
I only want to be that hero saving you from the damn
Car bombings in Afghanistan
I don't want to be damned
I want to be tan
I want to be a real man
I want to take you out on the town
And give you some good times to throw around
In your head when you're old and you've got no friends
I'll make the good times never end
And there will be hand grenades
Keep the pins in their pockets
Open you up
Fill you up with rockets
So you can go anywhere you like
Any ol' time
The way the rings around the Jersey shore
Can fill you up with blue forever more
I'll lift you up without letting you down
Keep all your dreams from turning brown
And all the birds will keep lifting you up and then
into the air
And into the thin space between the here and now
Oh I'll
I Can't stop hitting myself over the head
I do my best to keep up with the dead
I don't know why everybody's in my high
Oh I Feel like flying
Trying to Put the bats back into the dark
Black of my heart
I made out a jam
It's all good until somebody catches a feelin'
And I'm feeling again.
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