Bedrooms In The Sky

歌詞

Concrete creeps, old trees fall Whether we like it or not, the blacktops and parking lots are gonna cover it all It might take a thousand years, hell, I pray it's even more Oh, but eventually BFE won't be the country anymore One of these days, a bomb's gonna drop, a rock's gonna hit, the grid'll go down One of these days, we're all gonna crawl from a hole in the ground And somebody's gonna learn how to hunt, somebody's gonna learn how to fish Somebody's gonna turn some dirt, then pray for rain to feed a couple barefoot kids You can build your bedrooms in the sky, you can swallow up my little town When the shit hits the fan and the world's just land, country's gonna come back around I'm talkin' 'bout a flint rock fire, a house built outta hand-cut boards I'm talkin' no store for liquor, so you gotta go figure out how to make it outta corn Then a bar and church goes up and a main street down And just like that they're back livin' in a small town Where somebody's gonna learn how to hunt, somebody's gonna learn how to fish Somebody's gonna pray for rain, then raise some grain to feed a couple barefoot kids You can build your bedrooms in the sky, you can swallow up my little town But when the shit hits the fan and the world's just land, country's gonna come back around With a chip on its shoulder, back for revenge Until the concrete takes back over and it happens all over again And when it happens all over again Somebody's gonna learn how to hunt Somebody's gonna learn how to fish Somebody's gonna pray for rain, then raise some grain to feed a couple barefoot kids You can build your bedrooms in the sky, you can swallow up my little town But when the shit hits the fan and the world's just land, country's gonna come back around Country's gonna come back around Country's gonna come back around It always does It always does