The Herd - My Home lyrics
[The Herd - My Home lyrics]
Look down
You know something, just a lot of dumb shit
Just a lot of comfort
That's just what I'm done with
I can't run on that wheel anymore with no
End with them, won't push their pendulum
There but for the grace of God go I? Oh
You so fly that you call to the skies
Divine intervention? Yet forget to mention
Your mate slept on benches
All over Europe, oh, yeah, but he's a legend
Peep your brethren, each and every one of us
'Cause when it's done and dusted
There's two sides to justice
Two sidеs to reality
So don't you try telling me
You nеver thought of chucking it
All in and just travelling
The search for wisdom
It's not the given right
Of the righteous, no reason to fight us
Or even like us
It might just be that some must be free
So hold your opinion
'cause you don't know me
Where I sleep, I cannot say, it's
Probably the same as yesterday
In the shadow of a dying rose
Is where I make my
Small abode, and that's my home
Once back when his footsteps were felt
Before these books on self help
His realm of the air-conned office
Seemed a world away from this elm tree
But that's what they dealt me
Was what he would whisper
Voice getting shrill as the
Seasons get crisper
Move along mister, the city can't risk ya
Let our wealthy guests get a
Glimpse of our blisters
The family reach don't mean a family leash
They're too preoccupied to help him
Up on his feet
The same uneasy eyes that meet
His out on the street
Used to pay a pretty penny
To hear that man speak
Requests stopped coming coupled with a run-in
Running from an audience
He says he can't get through to 'em
But just what did that do to
Him? The stuff of conversation
Subject matter of your
Inner party speculation
Where I sleep, I cannot say, it's
Probably the same as yesterday
By the bridge by the road
Is where I make my small abode
Where I sleep, I
Cannot say (I cannot say) , it's
Probably the same as
Yesterday (As yesterday)
By the bridge (By the bridge)
By the road (By the road) is where I make my
Small abode, and that's my home
Where I sleep, I cannot say, it's
Probably the same as yesterday
In the shadow of a dying rose
Is where I make my
Small abode, and that's my home
You know something, just a lot of dumb shit
Just a lot of comfort
That's just what I'm done with
I can't run on that wheel anymore with no
End with them, won't push their pendulum
There but for the grace of God go I? Oh
You so fly that you call to the skies
Divine intervention? Yet forget to mention
Your mate slept on benches
All over Europe, oh, yeah, but he's a legend
Peep your brethren, each and every one of us
'Cause when it's done and dusted
There's two sides to justice
Two sidеs to reality
So don't you try telling me
You nеver thought of chucking it
All in and just travelling
The search for wisdom
It's not the given right
Of the righteous, no reason to fight us
Or even like us
It might just be that some must be free
So hold your opinion
'cause you don't know me
Where I sleep, I cannot say, it's
Probably the same as yesterday
In the shadow of a dying rose
Is where I make my
Small abode, and that's my home
Once back when his footsteps were felt
Before these books on self help
His realm of the air-conned office
Seemed a world away from this elm tree
But that's what they dealt me
Was what he would whisper
Voice getting shrill as the
Seasons get crisper
Move along mister, the city can't risk ya
Let our wealthy guests get a
Glimpse of our blisters
The family reach don't mean a family leash
They're too preoccupied to help him
Up on his feet
The same uneasy eyes that meet
His out on the street
Used to pay a pretty penny
To hear that man speak
Requests stopped coming coupled with a run-in
Running from an audience
He says he can't get through to 'em
But just what did that do to
Him? The stuff of conversation
Subject matter of your
Inner party speculation
Where I sleep, I cannot say, it's
Probably the same as yesterday
By the bridge by the road
Is where I make my small abode
Where I sleep, I
Cannot say (I cannot say) , it's
Probably the same as
Yesterday (As yesterday)
By the bridge (By the bridge)
By the road (By the road) is where I make my
Small abode, and that's my home
Where I sleep, I cannot say, it's
Probably the same as yesterday
In the shadow of a dying rose
Is where I make my
Small abode, and that's my home