Bags Of Dirt Lyrics
| Song | Bags Of Dirt |
| Artist | Spin Doctors |
| Album | Playlist: The Very Best Of Spin Doctors |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Spin Doctors | |
| The more things change, the more they stay the same. | |
| And the more it rains, the less i know. | |
| Why do these foreign skies change the way home? | |
| Why do these hotel walls hang their strangeness on my own? | |
| Oh mama, i'm gonna roll, with a truckload of hurt. | |
| These wheels have rolled across i don't know how many bags of dirt | |
| Barefoot in the back of the van, toss an arcing empty soda can. | |
| Long ways, long days, waitresses frayed and underpaid we were harried and waylaid. | |
| We arrived that evening and not a moment too soon. | |
| Finding a place it was, you may say, cool. | |
| These sketches of an infinite architecture are ink and unconfirmed conjecture | |
| A dream glimpse of the puppeteer's knuckle a fragment of a fraction of a gesture | |
| Oh mama, i'm gonna roll, with a truckload of hurt. | |
| These wheels have rolled across i don't know how many bags of dirt |
| zuo ci : Spin Doctors | |
| The more things change, the more they stay the same. | |
| And the more it rains, the less i know. | |
| Why do these foreign skies change the way home? | |
| Why do these hotel walls hang their strangeness on my own? | |
| Oh mama, i' m gonna roll, with a truckload of hurt. | |
| These wheels have rolled across i don' t know how many bags of dirt | |
| Barefoot in the back of the van, toss an arcing empty soda can. | |
| Long ways, long days, waitresses frayed and underpaid we were harried and waylaid. | |
| We arrived that evening and not a moment too soon. | |
| Finding a place it was, you may say, cool. | |
| These sketches of an infinite architecture are ink and unconfirmed conjecture | |
| A dream glimpse of the puppeteer' s knuckle a fragment of a fraction of a gesture | |
| Oh mama, i' m gonna roll, with a truckload of hurt. | |
| These wheels have rolled across i don' t know how many bags of dirt |
| zuò cí : Spin Doctors | |
| The more things change, the more they stay the same. | |
| And the more it rains, the less i know. | |
| Why do these foreign skies change the way home? | |
| Why do these hotel walls hang their strangeness on my own? | |
| Oh mama, i' m gonna roll, with a truckload of hurt. | |
| These wheels have rolled across i don' t know how many bags of dirt | |
| Barefoot in the back of the van, toss an arcing empty soda can. | |
| Long ways, long days, waitresses frayed and underpaid we were harried and waylaid. | |
| We arrived that evening and not a moment too soon. | |
| Finding a place it was, you may say, cool. | |
| These sketches of an infinite architecture are ink and unconfirmed conjecture | |
| A dream glimpse of the puppeteer' s knuckle a fragment of a fraction of a gesture | |
| Oh mama, i' m gonna roll, with a truckload of hurt. | |
| These wheels have rolled across i don' t know how many bags of dirt |
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