I had the feeling I was carrying my head in my hands Feet like a mile away and I could barely stand Seemed I'd lost my way once again Green absinthe at the liquor store to ask for direction, alright
Direction... A little bit of... Direction... Gotta get some
Hours later west side at the tattoo shop Somethin' 'bout a bottle of pills and black tooth shots The soothsayer said a prayer and sent me out on my way Seeds in hand I made the land with a swagger off into the gray, alright
Direction... A little bit of... Direction Gotta get some
I had the feeling I was underneath the light of the sun Sowing seeds across the Great Union Now they grow, now we know somehow we've freed our minds And we enjoy the fruit of these, an alchemy divine, alright
Direction... A little bit of... Direction... Gotta get some
Be my mama, save my soul Fill my lungs with rock and roll Smoke, my mama, smoke the bowl Seed of decades rock and roll
Seed of decades Seed of decadesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
