The Milk Carton Kids - I Still Want A Little More lyrics
[The Milk Carton Kids - I Still Want A Little More lyrics]
Did you ever think the earth would
Shake for me once more?
I want to see the sky light up
Over this city left for poor
Everybody's screaming
No one here can ask what for
And I just can't shake this feeling
That we're outta luck and nothing more
A pound of dust, a holy war
A photograph, I begged and I swore
But, I still want a little more
Run the luck out of this county
Bucket crown ain't no disguise
I've left to stop the bleeding
With a hope to realize my misery is teeming
My heart could be stealing yours
And I just can't shake this feeling
That we're outta luck and nothing more
A pound of dust, a holy war
A photograph, I begged and I swore
But, I still want a little more
Well I just can't shake this feeling
That we're outta luck and nothing more
A pound of dust, a holy war
A photograph, I begged and I swore
But, I still want a little more
It's okay to tear the pictures from
The frames that hold them still
Rattle all the cages
Gather enemies on Capitol Hill
Yell at the sky, some kind of ideal bill
And I just can't shake this feeling
That we're outta luck and nothing more
A pound of dust, a holy war
A photograph, I begged and I swore
But, I still want a little more
Shake for me once more?
I want to see the sky light up
Over this city left for poor
Everybody's screaming
No one here can ask what for
And I just can't shake this feeling
That we're outta luck and nothing more
A pound of dust, a holy war
A photograph, I begged and I swore
But, I still want a little more
Run the luck out of this county
Bucket crown ain't no disguise
I've left to stop the bleeding
With a hope to realize my misery is teeming
My heart could be stealing yours
And I just can't shake this feeling
That we're outta luck and nothing more
A pound of dust, a holy war
A photograph, I begged and I swore
But, I still want a little more
Well I just can't shake this feeling
That we're outta luck and nothing more
A pound of dust, a holy war
A photograph, I begged and I swore
But, I still want a little more
It's okay to tear the pictures from
The frames that hold them still
Rattle all the cages
Gather enemies on Capitol Hill
Yell at the sky, some kind of ideal bill
And I just can't shake this feeling
That we're outta luck and nothing more
A pound of dust, a holy war
A photograph, I begged and I swore
But, I still want a little more