(Bob Hoffnar/Dan Messe) Old Adam the crow He's building a home in your field Where bitter weeds grow all around the corn Will you be the father That
jail for taking drugs all night I do believe the sea bird's flown Two is in the ground, boy, he turned off that light When everything was so home grown
s a reader and a weeper, anytime, anywhere Feels so good A thinkin' man's nightmare, tuxedo princess Quicksand bridal wear, in a home grown red dress Beach-ballin' dan
curls got the beat Trying to explain the whole world how I'm so mainstream Call me sell-out Down with the fastest growing religion Down with the fastest growing
there ain't no love the Lord can't grow Aw honey, take that boy with ya when ya go Back home Danny's Downs but love is up It's been known to be more
me, sewn together Breaking, inhaling, growing and breaking again and again And you are a part of me You are my home and I'm your home but I'm no place
so far man Yeah Come on, let's go Welcome to the united snakes Land of the thief, home of the slave Grand imperial guard where the dollar is sacred and proud Let's
gyal dem got di grip n de muscle mek dem turn Mi gi wiggle a firm from da firm mek dem wiggle lyk worm it's a turn dis yah bwoy firm in uno car Uno hotta dan
trooper always recorder walk wid da Lord not a borer Mr.munk's raw to da corer u got ur wifey ur at home lipsin her up she see's me shes flexin sora
grow Aw honey, take that boy with ya when ya go Back home [Chorus] It's been eight years since the surgery His sister's 5, his brother's 3 He goes to
(feat. Brendon Urie of Panic At the Disco, Dan Young of This Providence) Look at that which surrounds me I'm supposed to call this home The dark has
the zone Hustled for blood money, left my wife pregnant at home We're on the television, everyone's regularly stoned I flash back to a 70's song in a
squinted eyes and stepped back into the street I kind of staggered home and got out a pen as she'd said I wrote down my inspiration and here's what it
me out on the flo' That's just the tip of the iceberg look It's too long for a song but perfect for a book Word is bond, that's real baby Chorus
funk's at, boy I'm true to Organized, cuz they raised me I'm also down with LaFace cuz L.A. Reid, yeah, he pays me And it's cool Yeah, it's real cool,
she keeps it tight-lipped Like a vice grip, it's so private Mum's the word 'less I'm knee-deep inside it (Three's Company,) not crowded I get, cake, eat
, she keeps it tight-lipped Like a vice grip, it's so private Mum's the word 'less I'm knee-deep inside it (Three's Company,) not crowded I get, cake,