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. |