(Slavens, Muller)taste of bloodon my lipscold spot in my heartman
To set down the words to Amoeba would not reflect
Love, love, love, love, loveEverybody talks about love now.Love, love,
Comin' home to Bushlock SadieShe's my woman, she's my babyComin'
(Slavens)I had a dreama particular scenethough now it gets hard
(Slavens)everybody's talkingtalking all about youdon't pretend that you don't kn
(Slavens)gotta wonder how you sleep at nightwith the front door
(Slavens)crawlinto another headstand uptake a look around - tell me
(Slavens, Muller, Brand, Emert)baby you can rob a bankor hold
Now maybe you wonder if you might be losing your
(Slavens)back home it's the samethings are very slow to changeby
I watched the news just the other dayand there's one
He got a wizened faceAnd a crooked staffHe works his
(Slavens)I met you in an earlier timewe had just one
Oh, he comes riding out of the sunUpon a fine
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