Wild Moccasins - Fruit Tea Lyrics
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Fruit Tea
Fruit Tea Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Fruit Tea By Wild Moccasins?
Three billion arms swing as microscopic metronomes
They march in unison to pay off their town homes Three billion cubicles work for a face they'll never meet Their riding tricycles while counting three billion sheep Their brains in soft skulls observe three billion more (hoo) Wondering whose royalty and whose meant to hold a door Who is meant to hold? Who is meant to hold? Who's meant to hold? Who's meant to hold? Just be patient please I'm told I'm told we're meant to hold until we're old Bottom of the chain, whose meant to hold? Some find their Jesus in a fruity cup of tea Always reheating mine, waiting patiently for me You'll confess to them, all of your push-pin philosophies Make out your checks to a candy-necklace rosary Me, I'm of the future, but belong far in the past Through time we've traveled far, still systems of class Their brans in soft skulls judge three billion more They say a prayer for me while I hold the door Who is meant to hold? Who is meant to hold? Who's meant to hold? Who's meant to hold? I'm told, I'm told we're meant to hold until we're old Just be patient, please Bottom of the chain (who's meant to hold?) |
Who Wrote Fruit Tea By Wild Moccasins?
Andrew Lee, Cody Swann, John Baldwin, Nicholas Cody, Zahira Gutierrez
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What's The Duration Of The Fruit Tea By Wild Moccasins?The duration of Fruit Tea is 4:53 minutes and seconds. |
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