Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sweeping , by - The Devil Makes Three. Song from the album Longjohns, Boots and a Belt, in the genre КантриRelease date: 30.10.2016
Record label: Kahn
Song language: English
Sweeping |
| Red carpet crying baby blue |
| Nothing that crosses your lips is true |
| You’ll be philosophizing, or criticizing |
| Until your face turns blue |
| And while you’re sitting in your ivory tower high |
| All those drinkers in those ditches just wither and die |
| Drinking off all those sweet tears that you cry |
| 'Cause you know it’s getting so damn dry outside |
| While you’re sitting inside with your feet up by the fire |
| We’ll be sweeping, ah we’ll be sweeping the steps of your empire |
| Yeah we’ll be sweeping, ah we’ll be sweeping |
| The steps of your empire |
| Think about your hands how they’ll never hammer nails |
| And how you’ll never spend the night inside that hard cold jail |
| How you’ll never feel the falling of the rain or the hail |
| Your skin will forever grow so pale |
| And it ain’t like there’s a master or a slave |
| No there isn’t any way that you could ever behave |
| Ain’t like you’re going to recognize on some beautiful day |
| Now you just got to pay all them debts that you made |
| While you’re sitting inside thinking who started the fire |
| We’ll be sweeping, ah we’ll be sweeping the steps of your empire |
| Yeah we’ll be sweeping, ah we’ll be sweeping |
| We’ll be sweeping, ah we’ll be sweeping the steps of your empire |
| Yeah we’ll be sweeping, ah we’ll be sweeping |