Cowbirds lyrics

Pack the truck under the moon
Jesus Christ, my lips are red
You ask a lot of the moon
When you ask me to forget
I never asked you to pay my rent
Jesus Christ, my lips are red
God, you turn me on my head
You`re gonna haul me back again

I heard cowbirds call us home
I heard cowbirds call us home

Fry your ground, take it
Lie around naked
I think God dripped you out of a sunbeam
Only God dragged you out a tree with me
I pulled you out of a snow bank
I think you grew me out of the dirt
I heard you pulled me out of a church
To worship you
Worship you

I wanna ride inside
I wanna ride inside
I hold both of your fingers tighter
You hold all of my hand, man
I can see right through you
I can see right through you
I double-back and lose for this
I miss you
I miss you

I heard cowbirds call us home

He don`t seem so keen
He don`t seem so keen to me
He don`t seem so keen
He don`t seem that keen on me
I never asked him to pay my rent
Jesus Christ, that rose is red
I`m turning it on it`s head
Just like he does to me

You suck me dry
I`ll never die
You suck me dry
I`ll never die
You suck me dry
I`ll never die
Me and your rose
Are gonna haul you back again