Roots - MØ

You heard the news, sweet child

I’ve slaughtered all them swines

I left it burnin'

Gone to New York

There will be no more violence in the house of your heart

In the house of your heart

There was a rabble

And I was weak for a while

I’ll never be as good as you so

I got a ride and

I hitched out for new yards

There will be no more violence in the house of your heart

In the name of the Lord

Oh, oh, baby

Where will I dig my roots?

It’s aching each time that I think of you

I wish for a better day to come around

Wanna shake my hands down

Show you what you found (oh)

I wish for a better day to come around

So put a gun to the thunder inside of my head (oh)

You heard the news, sweet child

The world is mad, we’re runnin' wild

Hop on ride and

Get off at New York

There will be no more violence in the house of your heart

In the house of your heart

In the name of the Lord

I wish there’d been another way

Wish there’d been another way

Wish I’d stayed, but

Oh, oh, baby

Where will I dig my roots?

It’s aching each time that I think of you

I wish for a better day to come around

Wanna shake my hands down

Show you what you found (oh)

I wish for a better day to come around

So put a gun to the thunder inside of my head (oh)

Where will I dig my roots?

(Oh)

Where will I dig my roots?