Poundhound Soul
I know a man who built his house under a hill
He keeps his doors unlocked 'cause everybody steals
We're gonna buy ourselves a mountain and
We're gonna find our way back home
And we're gonna find a way of living and
We're gonna free our soul
One day he said he wouldn't take it anymore, no
'Cause now he knows just what his angers really for
We're gonna buy ourselves a mountain and
We're gonna find our way back home
And we're gonna find a way of living and
We're gonna free our soul
Soul, free our soul
Soul, gonna free our soul
Soul, gonna free our soul
Oh alright, alright
Soul
We're gonna buy ourselves a mountain and
We're gonna find our way back home
And we're gonna find a way of living and
We're gonna free our soul
Soul, soul, soul, soul
Soul, gonna free our soul
Soul, gonna free our soul
Soul, yeah yeah
Soul
