Song | From the Cradle |
Artist | Widespread Panic |
Album | Earth to America |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Black hole, paradise found | |
Something so dark and something so bright | |
Blue skies over our head | |
Why the hell is everything turning out gray now? | |
All things are not what they seem | |
The man behind the curtain is probably mean | |
Deep six keeps the population down | |
Broke and soaking wet, lost and floating around | |
Keep your head down, keep your voice down | |
Ooh, listen to the sound, all the races, all the faces | |
They just might find a winner lying on the ground | |
Learn to take it, try to shake it | |
You can’t fake it now | |
From the cradle you’ve been labeled | |
About as stable as a drunk on shaky ground | |
Blind luck stumbling into a tree | |
Would’ve passed by if | |
I could have seen | |
Got no cares | |
I never felt pressed | |
I wonder what they’re getting for a pound of flesh?[Incomprehensible] down now throwing a shoe | |
Old dogs, new tricks something they can’t use | |
Deep six keeps the population down | |
Soaks wet and broke, lost and floating around | |
Keep your head down, keep your voice down | |
Oh, listen to the sound, all the races, all the faces | |
They just might find a winner lying on the ground | |
Learn to take it, try to shake it | |
Can't fake it now, now | |
From the cradle you’ve been labeled | |
About as stable as a drunk on shaky ground | |
Black hole, paradise found | |
Something so dark and something so bright | |
Blue skies over our head | |
Why the hell is everything turning out gray hair? | |
All things are not what they seem | |
The man behind the curtain is probably mean | |
Deep six keeps the population down | |
Broke and soaking wet, lost and floating around | |
Keep your head down, keep your voice down | |
Oh, listen to the sound, all the races, all the faces | |
They just might find a winner lying on the ground | |
Learn to take it, [Incomprehensible] | |
I can't fake it now, now | |
From the cradle you’ve been labeled | |
About as stable as a drunk on shaky ground |
Black hole, paradise found | |
Something so dark and something so bright | |
Blue skies over our head | |
Why the hell is everything turning out gray now? | |
All things are not what they seem | |
The man behind the curtain is probably mean | |
Deep six keeps the population down | |
Broke and soaking wet, lost and floating around | |
Keep your head down, keep your voice down | |
Ooh, listen to the sound, all the races, all the faces | |
They just might find a winner lying on the ground | |
Learn to take it, try to shake it | |
You can' t fake it now | |
From the cradle you' ve been labeled | |
About as stable as a drunk on shaky ground | |
Blind luck stumbling into a tree | |
Would' ve passed by if | |
I could have seen | |
Got no cares | |
I never felt pressed | |
I wonder what they' re getting for a pound of flesh? Incomprehensible down now throwing a shoe | |
Old dogs, new tricks something they can' t use | |
Deep six keeps the population down | |
Soaks wet and broke, lost and floating around | |
Keep your head down, keep your voice down | |
Oh, listen to the sound, all the races, all the faces | |
They just might find a winner lying on the ground | |
Learn to take it, try to shake it | |
Can' t fake it now, now | |
From the cradle you' ve been labeled | |
About as stable as a drunk on shaky ground | |
Black hole, paradise found | |
Something so dark and something so bright | |
Blue skies over our head | |
Why the hell is everything turning out gray hair? | |
All things are not what they seem | |
The man behind the curtain is probably mean | |
Deep six keeps the population down | |
Broke and soaking wet, lost and floating around | |
Keep your head down, keep your voice down | |
Oh, listen to the sound, all the races, all the faces | |
They just might find a winner lying on the ground | |
Learn to take it, Incomprehensible | |
I can' t fake it now, now | |
From the cradle you' ve been labeled | |
About as stable as a drunk on shaky ground |
Black hole, paradise found | |
Something so dark and something so bright | |
Blue skies over our head | |
Why the hell is everything turning out gray now? | |
All things are not what they seem | |
The man behind the curtain is probably mean | |
Deep six keeps the population down | |
Broke and soaking wet, lost and floating around | |
Keep your head down, keep your voice down | |
Ooh, listen to the sound, all the races, all the faces | |
They just might find a winner lying on the ground | |
Learn to take it, try to shake it | |
You can' t fake it now | |
From the cradle you' ve been labeled | |
About as stable as a drunk on shaky ground | |
Blind luck stumbling into a tree | |
Would' ve passed by if | |
I could have seen | |
Got no cares | |
I never felt pressed | |
I wonder what they' re getting for a pound of flesh? Incomprehensible down now throwing a shoe | |
Old dogs, new tricks something they can' t use | |
Deep six keeps the population down | |
Soaks wet and broke, lost and floating around | |
Keep your head down, keep your voice down | |
Oh, listen to the sound, all the races, all the faces | |
They just might find a winner lying on the ground | |
Learn to take it, try to shake it | |
Can' t fake it now, now | |
From the cradle you' ve been labeled | |
About as stable as a drunk on shaky ground | |
Black hole, paradise found | |
Something so dark and something so bright | |
Blue skies over our head | |
Why the hell is everything turning out gray hair? | |
All things are not what they seem | |
The man behind the curtain is probably mean | |
Deep six keeps the population down | |
Broke and soaking wet, lost and floating around | |
Keep your head down, keep your voice down | |
Oh, listen to the sound, all the races, all the faces | |
They just might find a winner lying on the ground | |
Learn to take it, Incomprehensible | |
I can' t fake it now, now | |
From the cradle you' ve been labeled | |
About as stable as a drunk on shaky ground |