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Bags of Dirt Lyrics Artist(Band):Spin Doctors
And the more it rains, the less I know. Why do these foreign skies change the way home? Why do these hotel walls hang their strangeness on my own? Oh mama, I'm gonna roll, with a truckload of hurt. These wheels have rolled across I don't know how many bags of dirt Barefoot in the back of the van, tossing an arcing empty soda can. Long ways, long days, waitresses frayed and underpaid we were harried and waylaid. We arrived that evening and not a moment too soon. Finding a place it was, you may say, cool. These sketches of an infinite architecture are ink and unconfirmed conjecture A dream glimpse of the puppeteer's knuckle a fragment of a fraction of a gesture And when the ghost whispers, I'll set down all I hear A garbled, shorthand outline by a marionette in fear Oh mama, I'm gonna roll, with a truckload of hurt. These wheels have rolled across I don't know how many bags of dirt If you find some error in Bags of Dirt Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to Nick Russo Trusiewicz for submitting the lyrics. Review the song Bags of Dirt The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Spin Doctors" Music | |
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