Cowbirds - Throwing Muses

Pack the truck under the moon

Jesus Christ, my lips are red

You ask a lot of the moon

When you ask me to forget

I never asked you to pay my rent

Jesus Christ, my lips are red

God, you turn me on my head

You’re gonna haul me back again

I heard cowbirds call us home

I heard cowbirds call us home

Fry your ground, take it

Lie around naked

I think God dripped you out of a sunbeam

Only God dragged you out a tree with me

I pulled you out of a snow bank

I think you grew me out of the dirt

I heard you pulled me out of a church

To worship you

Worship you

I wanna ride inside

I wanna ride inside

I hold both of your fingers tighter

You hold all of my hand, man

I can see right through you

I can see right through you

I double-back and lose for this

I miss you

I miss you

I heard cowbirds call us home

He don’t seem so keen

He don’t seem so keen to me

He don’t seem so keen

He don’t seem that keen on me

I never asked him to pay my rent

Jesus Christ, that rose is red

I’m turning it on its head

Just like he does to me

You suck me dry

I’ll never die

You suck me dry

I’ll never die

You suck me dry

I’ll never die

Me and your rose

Are gonna haul you back again