Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sock Heaven, artist - Steve Taylor. Album song Squint, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 15.11.1993
Record label: Splint Entertainment, The Fuel
Song language: English
Sock Heaven |
Out of the wringer, into the dryer |
Spins the clothes higher |
Squeezing out static and shocks |
Little stockings tumbling 'round together |
Couldn’t cling forever |
Now I’m missing one of my socks |
Lord, where do they go? |
One pile waits with their god in a box |
The other pile nervously mocks heaven |
Misfits lost in the dryer, take heart |
Maybe there’s a place up in sock heaven |
Out of the wringer, into the dryer |
Couldn’t just retire |
Had to try tempting the fates |
One little band spinning 'round together |
Couldn’t cling forever |
God, I think I’m losing my mates |
Seven good years, followed by a feeling I’d hit the glass ceiling |
Maybe I’d best disappear |
Pick any market |
Pick a straitjacket |
If you can’t act it |
Misfit, you don’t belong here |
Lord, where do we go? |
Didn’t want a platform to build a new church |
Didn’t want a mansion in rock heaven |
Didn’t want more than to be understood |
Maybe there’s a place up in sock heaven |
Lord, where do we go? |
We’re gathered here to ask the Lord’s blessing |
Maybe not his blessing |
Maybe we’re not asking at all |
Out of the box with every good intention |
Did you fail to mention |
This time we were destined to crawl? |
And every day that we died just a little more |
I was sure you were sovereignly watching us dangle |
I don’t get it now |
But I’ll get it when |
In sock heaven I see it all from your angle |
God’s got his saints up in sock heaven |