This is side one Flip me over I know I'm not your favorite record The songs you grow to like never stick at first So I'm writing you a chorus 'Cause I'd never say no to you And there's no way to talk to you A rivalry goes so deep between me And this loss

I bleed it out Digging deeper just to throw it away Just to throw it away Say your prayers and stomp it out When they bring that chorus in Yeah, here we go for the hundredth time Hand grenade pins in every line Throw 'em up and let something shine Going

Ooooo we used to wait We used to wait Now our lives are changing fast Hope that something pure can last Sometimes it never came (we used to wait) We used to wait for it Sing the chorus again Wait for it Still moving through the pain

Nobody feel no way It's coming close to payday I say Everyman get paid a quota's work this day CHORUS (2x) Can I plant peas and reap rice Can I plant cocoa and reap yam Can I plant turnip and reap tomato Can I plant breadfruit and reap potato Can I tell

You said that you love me Oh what happened to the love Why some parents CHORUS (Eve) And there is a rather large population Of hole sale suppliers

I believe in you REPEAT CHORUS Won't someone say I believe in you Why does no one seem to understand that it's more than love I need It's so hard to keep your faith alive when nobody else believes Oh, I need someone there for me, need someone who can

Hanging out when it's past time to go Though everyone tried to ignore us We'd scared them all off by the chorus There you stood looking proud What was left of the crowd at our show And I was twenty-two backwoods years old You were singing that night by

I bleed it out Digging deeper just to throw it away Just to throw it away Say your prayers and stomp it out When they bring that chorus in Yeah, here we go for the hundredth time Hand grenade pins in every line Throw 'em up and let something shine Going

Hands held higher We'll be on fire Does it bother anyone else Down in the forest We'll sing a chorus Singing songs that nobody wrote That someone else has your name? One that everybody knows I scream, you scream, we all scream

She was shorter than the corn Pictures of the farm before us Old men in a gospel chorus Sephia And saddle horses easy on the reins Eighty-one a motor in your mama's seventeen again She's squinting at the dusty wind The anger of the plains You and I were