Seeds for Sale
James Monger
Come from the road, come pass the bottle 'round
Take off your boots and sit down by the fire
All of your roads are salted and sleepy now
Come lay your head, come lay your head next to mine
Seeds for sale
You were born in the glow of cement and dead roses
You've spent your whole life with the radio on
Now the world's full of shepherds who've
Forsaken their records, boy
These are the days of blackboard and fingernail
Seeds for sale
Seeds for salе
Is your heart on your sleeve
'cause thеy'll push and they'll pull it
And the flowers you carry will wither and die
But you're gonna kick like a deer full of bullets
Make a run for the highway and leave them behind
Seeds for sale
Seeds for sale
Seeds for sale
Seeds for sale