tackleberry
War Child
Song, I think, is about depression:
"Your Turn"
The dog-day sun is baking the ground
Bottom of the 9th & you're nowhere to be found
Coaches trying to reach you through your cellular phone
But you're on top of a streetlight waiting for the bus to go home
Hanging tightly as they speak to you in tongues
Hanging tightly as they beat on their drums
CHORUS:
You've got to come down now
You've got to show your face in the crowd
Just because its your turn
Just because its your turn
Just because its your turn
And yes you might get burned
But its your turn
All your insides are turning into sand
All of your outside is naked & pale
Your shoes don't run & your hands won't grip
Your hat looks funny & your uniform don't fit
You had a cold streak now you wear it like a glove
You had a dry week now you're expecting a flood
Repeat Chorus
No they don't tell you how to fall
No they don't tell you how to fall
No they don't tell you how to fall
No they won't tell you how to fall
You just fall...
"Your Turn"
The dog-day sun is baking the ground
Bottom of the 9th & you're nowhere to be found
Coaches trying to reach you through your cellular phone
But you're on top of a streetlight waiting for the bus to go home
Hanging tightly as they speak to you in tongues
Hanging tightly as they beat on their drums
CHORUS:
You've got to come down now
You've got to show your face in the crowd
Just because its your turn
Just because its your turn
Just because its your turn
And yes you might get burned
But its your turn
All your insides are turning into sand
All of your outside is naked & pale
Your shoes don't run & your hands won't grip
Your hat looks funny & your uniform don't fit
You had a cold streak now you wear it like a glove
You had a dry week now you're expecting a flood
Repeat Chorus
No they don't tell you how to fall
No they don't tell you how to fall
No they don't tell you how to fall
No they won't tell you how to fall
You just fall...
