John Popper Growing In Dirt
I am corruptible by name
And I basically know how to master any simple game
And I shall twist in the wind
And like a blade of grass I'll survive and I'll win
And grow in dirt and it can hurt
To grow in dirt, sometimes it hurts
I nourish by my labor and pain
I burn up in the sun and I drown in the rain
And I'm told that it's good to grow
But it's not like there's a choice
Because didn't you know
We grow in dirt and it can hurt
To grow in dirt, sometimes it hurts
By every reprieve that I choose to believe
With every code that I stand by
I'm just a man with a stick in my hand
And I helplessly jab at the sky
It's my nature to try
Helps the time pass by
And I have this real need to talk loud
For I'm so meek and humble
It makes me arrogant and proud
And I won't be afraid to die
For I shall live forever
And here's my reason why
I grow in dirt and it's gonna hurt
To grow in dirt, sometimes it hurts
To grow in dirt, sometimes it hurts
