Patto - Hold Your Fire lyrics
[Patto - Hold Your Fire lyrics]
Hold your fire don't shoot me
I'm in need of a friend
And I'm cold and seeking
Shelter from the storm put aside your rifle
Help me steer around the bend
Help me find my way back to the road for home
You see I'd grown my hair
I got my head all straight
Went after the American dream
But, I always ended up outside
Looking in on someone's scene
I was raised on hope and plastic carrot
Strung out right before my face
I chased every pretty woman looking my way
Twice but they all disappeared without trace
I've been shoved around from town to
Town it came so naturally
I've been stopped and searched
Maybe fourteen times on my way from A to B
I've been pointed at by children while
I was sleeping in the park
And I was heading home rejected when
I scared you in the dark
Hold your fire don't shoot me
I'm in need of a friend
And I'm cold and seeking
Shelter from the storm put aside your rifle
You could see me there at every happening
With my album by the Byrds
I was shown how to question
The great "I Ching"
But, I could dig some of the words
I've smoked a ton of marijuana
I sat crossed legged till my legs went numb
I made peace signs at the farmers when
They called me a no good bum
I've read pornographic literature and I've
Studied the underground press
I had given my all to Krishna who
I was told would not take less
I spent three weeks making
Necklaces from oriental beads
They were stolen by my guru while
I was high on glory seeds
Hold your fire don't shoot me
I'm in need of a friend
And I'm cold and seeking
Shelter from the storm put aside your rifle
See I'd taken to wearing sandals and
I'd given up watching TV
I was rolling up grass in the American flag
And I was sick from snorting "C"
I blew my mind out on a trip one night
And I ran all the way back to town
But the minute I saw the lights in their
Faces I freaked and turned right around
Well my skin turned yellow and my eyes sunk
Back from my diet of boiled brown rice
I would shuffle past bright warm houses to
My groove pad cold as ice
I've been beaten down and busted and
I've wound up on my own
And there's nothing left that buzzes
Me so I'm returning home
Hold your fire don't shoot me
I'm in need of a friend
And I'm cold and seeking
Shelter from the storm put aside your rifle
I'm in need of a friend
And I'm cold and seeking
Shelter from the storm put aside your rifle
Help me steer around the bend
Help me find my way back to the road for home
You see I'd grown my hair
I got my head all straight
Went after the American dream
But, I always ended up outside
Looking in on someone's scene
I was raised on hope and plastic carrot
Strung out right before my face
I chased every pretty woman looking my way
Twice but they all disappeared without trace
I've been shoved around from town to
Town it came so naturally
I've been stopped and searched
Maybe fourteen times on my way from A to B
I've been pointed at by children while
I was sleeping in the park
And I was heading home rejected when
I scared you in the dark
Hold your fire don't shoot me
I'm in need of a friend
And I'm cold and seeking
Shelter from the storm put aside your rifle
You could see me there at every happening
With my album by the Byrds
I was shown how to question
The great "I Ching"
But, I could dig some of the words
I've smoked a ton of marijuana
I sat crossed legged till my legs went numb
I made peace signs at the farmers when
They called me a no good bum
I've read pornographic literature and I've
Studied the underground press
I had given my all to Krishna who
I was told would not take less
I spent three weeks making
Necklaces from oriental beads
They were stolen by my guru while
I was high on glory seeds
Hold your fire don't shoot me
I'm in need of a friend
And I'm cold and seeking
Shelter from the storm put aside your rifle
See I'd taken to wearing sandals and
I'd given up watching TV
I was rolling up grass in the American flag
And I was sick from snorting "C"
I blew my mind out on a trip one night
And I ran all the way back to town
But the minute I saw the lights in their
Faces I freaked and turned right around
Well my skin turned yellow and my eyes sunk
Back from my diet of boiled brown rice
I would shuffle past bright warm houses to
My groove pad cold as ice
I've been beaten down and busted and
I've wound up on my own
And there's nothing left that buzzes
Me so I'm returning home
Hold your fire don't shoot me
I'm in need of a friend
And I'm cold and seeking
Shelter from the storm put aside your rifle