Mando Diao - Sheepdog lyrics
[Mando Diao - Sheepdog lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I aim at the first one
Who’ll dare to stand still
Oh, lord, your tension is making me ill
You’ve got no friends in your home
You’ll got no family stone
You can’t go, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Everyone in every town on
Every boat, every trip
The multi talented strip
Will gather ‘round you with coke and pain
Oh, the trees, ain’t no doubt about
The seeds, I had no thought about
No, yeah, yeah, yeah
Don’t know why I
Can’t locate this feeling that I
Would rather be with you it makes no sense
Why you’re crying out loud that
I may love you
This stress is wasting my emotions that
I would rather be with you
Don’t let them closer to this secret
That I may love you
Take ‘em outta west, take ‘em outta height
Take ‘em on a sweet ride
Those little angels are numbered nine
The colored TV once shined
On desolation one-five
They’ve got it, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Bust ‘em in the light, bust ‘em in the light
Bust ‘em in the daylight
They ain’t worthy being named as thieves
One of those shorties said, hi
Up to the abbot who died
The rebound, yeah, yeah, yeah
Don’t know why I
Can’t locate this feeling that I
Would rather be with you it makes no sense
You’re crying out loud that I may love you
This stress is wasting my emotions that
I would rather be with you
Don’t let them closer to this secret
That I may love you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Now hear the bluebird whistle hymns like
I would rather heal your wounds
Now hear the dark gun punching out that
That I may love you
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
I aim at the first one
Who’ll dare to stand still
Oh, lord, your tension is making me ill
You’ve got no friends in your home
You’ll got no family stone
You can’t go, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Everyone in every town on
Every boat, every trip
The multi talented strip
Will gather ‘round you with coke and pain
Oh, the trees, ain’t no doubt about
The seeds, I had no thought about
No, yeah, yeah, yeah
Don’t know why I
Can’t locate this feeling that I
Would rather be with you it makes no sense
Why you’re crying out loud that
I may love you
This stress is wasting my emotions that
I would rather be with you
Don’t let them closer to this secret
That I may love you
Take ‘em outta west, take ‘em outta height
Take ‘em on a sweet ride
Those little angels are numbered nine
The colored TV once shined
On desolation one-five
They’ve got it, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Bust ‘em in the light, bust ‘em in the light
Bust ‘em in the daylight
They ain’t worthy being named as thieves
One of those shorties said, hi
Up to the abbot who died
The rebound, yeah, yeah, yeah
Don’t know why I
Can’t locate this feeling that I
Would rather be with you it makes no sense
You’re crying out loud that I may love you
This stress is wasting my emotions that
I would rather be with you
Don’t let them closer to this secret
That I may love you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Now hear the bluebird whistle hymns like
I would rather heal your wounds
Now hear the dark gun punching out that
That I may love you
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah