Sean Rowe - The Walker lyrics

I picked up a doe from the side
Of the road and she was gone
I made a pair of shoes from the skin
On her back and she lives on
I was digging for gold in the
Rubble of a Catholic church
I found a wine bottle and a cardboard
Box that I had to search
I found a blue bandana in
A rusted out garbage can
While everybody thinking themselves to death
I just use my hands
I should keep this little Jesus
He got his hands on his sacred heart
But, I can only fit the holy
Spirit in this shopping cart

Oh, no, I'm not up to much
Oh, no, I'm not up to much
Oh, no, I'm not up to much
I'm just walking around

I see a million empty faces on
Their way to a living hell
I see them fall out of the
DMV in a satanic spell
I never chose to sell my soul
Just to pay the bills
And I never had that kind of
A job and I never will

Oh, no, I'm not up to much
Oh, no, I'm not up to much
Oh, no, I'm not up to much
I'm just walking around