| Song | Adam's Apple |
| Artist | Pain |
| Album | Midgets With Guns |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| See Adam’s apple sitting on top of his head? | |
| It’s not there for a target, go shoot at somebody else. | |
| It fell from the treetops | |
| And now he know just what it’s like to fall down. | |
| Now he’s a genius, a genius. | |
| And now he’s food for a flock of birds | |
| And a bed of ants but he’ll take his chance | |
| And he’ll keep the faith. | |
| He reminds me of | |
| Johnny Appleseed | |
| Right down to his apple core. | |
| Though his bag’s getting empty he’s already won. | |
| Planted dreams are behind him growing in the sun. | |
| Look even closer, watch as he sings and he drinks. | |
| See Adam’s apple, see how it rises and sinks. | |
| That’s how his luck goes | |
| But just give him a note and he’ll make a chord | |
| And every so often a whole song. | |
| And now he’s food for a flock of birds | |
| And a bed of ants but he’ll take his chance | |
| And he’ll keep the faith. | |
| He reminds me of | |
| Johnny Appleseed | |
| Right down to his apple core. | |
| Though his bag’s getting empty he’s already won. | |
| Planted dreams are behind him growing in the sun. | |
| Keep the faith and walk don’t crawl though. | |
| Cynics never care at all (strings may break and hopes may fall)(repeat) | |
| And now he’s food for a flock of birds | |
| And a bed of ants but he’ll take his chance | |
| And he’ll keep the faith. | |
| He reminds me of | |
| Johnny Appleseed | |
| Right down to his apple core. | |
| Though his bag’s getting empty he’s already won. | |
| Planted dreams are behind him growing in the sun. | |
| Though his bag’s getting empty he’s already won. |
| See Adam' s apple sitting on top of his head? | |
| It' s not there for a target, go shoot at somebody else. | |
| It fell from the treetops | |
| And now he know just what it' s like to fall down. | |
| Now he' s a genius, a genius. | |
| And now he' s food for a flock of birds | |
| And a bed of ants but he' ll take his chance | |
| And he' ll keep the faith. | |
| He reminds me of | |
| Johnny Appleseed | |
| Right down to his apple core. | |
| Though his bag' s getting empty he' s already won. | |
| Planted dreams are behind him growing in the sun. | |
| Look even closer, watch as he sings and he drinks. | |
| See Adam' s apple, see how it rises and sinks. | |
| That' s how his luck goes | |
| But just give him a note and he' ll make a chord | |
| And every so often a whole song. | |
| And now he' s food for a flock of birds | |
| And a bed of ants but he' ll take his chance | |
| And he' ll keep the faith. | |
| He reminds me of | |
| Johnny Appleseed | |
| Right down to his apple core. | |
| Though his bag' s getting empty he' s already won. | |
| Planted dreams are behind him growing in the sun. | |
| Keep the faith and walk don' t crawl though. | |
| Cynics never care at all strings may break and hopes may fall repeat | |
| And now he' s food for a flock of birds | |
| And a bed of ants but he' ll take his chance | |
| And he' ll keep the faith. | |
| He reminds me of | |
| Johnny Appleseed | |
| Right down to his apple core. | |
| Though his bag' s getting empty he' s already won. | |
| Planted dreams are behind him growing in the sun. | |
| Though his bag' s getting empty he' s already won. |
| See Adam' s apple sitting on top of his head? | |
| It' s not there for a target, go shoot at somebody else. | |
| It fell from the treetops | |
| And now he know just what it' s like to fall down. | |
| Now he' s a genius, a genius. | |
| And now he' s food for a flock of birds | |
| And a bed of ants but he' ll take his chance | |
| And he' ll keep the faith. | |
| He reminds me of | |
| Johnny Appleseed | |
| Right down to his apple core. | |
| Though his bag' s getting empty he' s already won. | |
| Planted dreams are behind him growing in the sun. | |
| Look even closer, watch as he sings and he drinks. | |
| See Adam' s apple, see how it rises and sinks. | |
| That' s how his luck goes | |
| But just give him a note and he' ll make a chord | |
| And every so often a whole song. | |
| And now he' s food for a flock of birds | |
| And a bed of ants but he' ll take his chance | |
| And he' ll keep the faith. | |
| He reminds me of | |
| Johnny Appleseed | |
| Right down to his apple core. | |
| Though his bag' s getting empty he' s already won. | |
| Planted dreams are behind him growing in the sun. | |
| Keep the faith and walk don' t crawl though. | |
| Cynics never care at all strings may break and hopes may fall repeat | |
| And now he' s food for a flock of birds | |
| And a bed of ants but he' ll take his chance | |
| And he' ll keep the faith. | |
| He reminds me of | |
| Johnny Appleseed | |
| Right down to his apple core. | |
| Though his bag' s getting empty he' s already won. | |
| Planted dreams are behind him growing in the sun. | |
| Though his bag' s getting empty he' s already won. |