Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hold Your Fire, artist - Patto. Date of issue: 27.05.2021
Song language: English
Hold Your Fire |
| Hold your fire |
| Don’t shoot me |
| I’m in need of a friend |
| And I’m cold and seeking shelter from the storm |
| Put aside your rifle |
| Help me steer around the bend |
| Help me find my way back to the road for home |
| You see I’d grown my hair, I got my head all straight |
| Went after the American dream |
| But I always ended up outside looking in on someone’s scene |
| I was raised on hope and plastic carrot strung out right before my face |
| I chased every pretty woman looking my way twice but they all disappeared |
| without trace |
| I’ve been shoved around from town to town it came so naturally |
| I’ve been stopped and searched maybe fourteen times on my way from A to B |
| I’ve been pointed at by children while I was sleeping in the park |
| And I was heading home dejected when I scared you in the dark |
| Hold your fire |
| Don’t shoot me |
| I’m in need of a friend |
| And I’m cold and seeking shelter from the storm |
| Put aside your rifle |
| You could see me there at every happening with my album by the Byrds |
| I was shown how to question the great «I Ching» but I could dig some of the |
| words |
| I’ve smoked a ton of marijuana, I sat crossed legged till my legs went numb |
| I made peace signs at the farmers when they called me a no good bum |
| I’ve read pornographic literature and I’ve studied the underground press |
| I had given my all to Krishna who I was told would not take less |
| I spent three weeks making necklaces from oriental beads |
| They were stolen by my guru while I was high on glory seeds |
| Hold your fire |
| Don’t shoot me |
| I’m in need of a friend |
| And I’m cold and seeking shelter from the storm |
| Put aside your rifle |
| See I’d taken to wearing sandals and I’d given up watching T.V. |
| I was rolling up grass in the American flag and I was sick from snorting «C» |
| I blew my mind out on a trip one night and I ran all the way back to town |
| But the minute I saw the lights in their faces I freaked and turned right around |
| Well my skin turned yellow and my eyes sunk back from my diet of boiled brown |
| rice |
| I would shuffle past bright warm houses to my groove pad cold as ice |
| I’ve been beaten down and busted and I’ve wound up on my own |
| And there’s nothing left that buzzes me so I’m returning home |
| Hold your fire |
| Don’t shoot me |
| I’m in need of a friend |
| And I’m cold and seeking shelter from the storm |
| Put aside your rifle |