Drive-By Truckers - Made Up English Oceans lyrics
[Drive-By Truckers - Made Up English Oceans lyrics]
Six-by-nine and counting down
In one after the other
They'll go running up and down the road
Angry as their mothers
Over senseless acts of selfishness on
Made up English oceans
And made up English stomach contents
Tied to senseless notions
Once you grab them by the pride
Their hearts are bound to follow
Their natural fear of anything less
Manly or less natural
Then gun less sheriffs caught on lonesome
Roads and live to tell it
How hard it is for meaner men
Without the lead to sell it
Cause only simple men can see
The logic in whatever
Smarter men can whittle down till you
Can fit it on a sticker
Get it stuck like mud and bugs
To names that set the standard
They'll live it like it's gospel
And they'll quote it like it's scripture
Six-by-nine and counting down
In one after the other
They'll go running up and down the road
Angry as their mothers
Over senseless acts of selfishness on
Made up English oceans
And made up English stomach contents
Tied to senseless notions
It's no matter if they dress real nice
And sit up straight and stupid
And say their prayers in
Quiet ancient tongues
They're no different that the
Ones who close their
Eyes and fall down to the ground
And twitch like all their
Nerves have come undone
So be it if they come to
Find out feeling good's as easy
As denying that there's day or night at all
Till what it takes to feel a thing
Seems so far out of reach
They just claw their skin
And grind their teeth and bawl
In one after the other
They'll go running up and down the road
Angry as their mothers
Over senseless acts of selfishness on
Made up English oceans
And made up English stomach contents
Tied to senseless notions
Once you grab them by the pride
Their hearts are bound to follow
Their natural fear of anything less
Manly or less natural
Then gun less sheriffs caught on lonesome
Roads and live to tell it
How hard it is for meaner men
Without the lead to sell it
Cause only simple men can see
The logic in whatever
Smarter men can whittle down till you
Can fit it on a sticker
Get it stuck like mud and bugs
To names that set the standard
They'll live it like it's gospel
And they'll quote it like it's scripture
Six-by-nine and counting down
In one after the other
They'll go running up and down the road
Angry as their mothers
Over senseless acts of selfishness on
Made up English oceans
And made up English stomach contents
Tied to senseless notions
It's no matter if they dress real nice
And sit up straight and stupid
And say their prayers in
Quiet ancient tongues
They're no different that the
Ones who close their
Eyes and fall down to the ground
And twitch like all their
Nerves have come undone
So be it if they come to
Find out feeling good's as easy
As denying that there's day or night at all
Till what it takes to feel a thing
Seems so far out of reach
They just claw their skin
And grind their teeth and bawl