Hymns And Blues Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I was fond of the old God hymns and blues
I was salty of before you ever had to choose
If you get sold, come here and truth
Better shake my head and break her tooth
I feel sorry for that old and happy news

[Chorus]
We make our beds, and we sleep in them
With no regrets, outnumbered
Sheep, marching on, we'll be born again
To be rose again, come on let me in

[Verse 2]
Three's a crowd and two's good company
Yeah, singing loud never was much use to me
'Til I took up friends out for dance
Took up with all them alter hands
Who carry tombs instead of food in their bellies

But marching on, the saints go on
More sounding off, they're marching on
Off and on, off and on
Someone should break that switch off, you know

[Chorus]
We make our beds, and we sleep in them
With no regrets, outnumbered
Keep, marching on
We'll be born again, to be rose again Now, no no no no

We are old souls, you push I'll pull
We mapped our stars, bleeding thought
You rode them well, I sold the sails
On the only ship we're sinking in

[Bridge]
The sun is shining, the wolves played dead
Those sheep are smiling big, under their white wool wigs
Leave your heart out of such a mess
We're doing fine I guess, I'm doing fine we guess

[Pre-Chorus]
We make our beds
And we sleep in them with no regrets
We'll count our sheep and dreaming
Of our unweaving, start waiting for the one

[Chorus]
We make our beds, and we sleep in them
With no regrets, outnumbered
Sheep, marching on
We'll be born again, to be rose again
Now, no no no no

We are old souls, you push I'll pull
We mapped our stars, bleeding thought
You rode them well, I sold the sails
On the only ship we're sinking in

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