Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song From the Cradle, artist - Widespread Panic. Album song Earth to America, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 12.06.2006
Record label: Sanctuary Records Group
Song language: English
From the Cradle |
Black hole, paradise found |
Something so dark and something so bright |
Blue skies over our head |
Why the hell is everything turning out gray now? |
All things are not what they seem |
The man behind the curtain is probably mean |
Deep six keeps the population down |
Broke and soaking wet, lost and floating around |
Keep your head down, keep your voice down |
Ooh, listen to the sound, all the races, all the faces |
They just might find a winner lying on the ground |
Learn to take it, try to shake it |
You can’t fake it now |
From the cradle you’ve been labeled |
About as stable as a drunk on shaky ground |
Blind luck stumbling into a tree |
Would’ve passed by if I could have seen |
Got no cares I never felt pressed |
I wonder what they’re getting for a pound of flesh? |
down now throwing a shoe |
Old dogs, new tricks something they can’t use |
Deep six keeps the population down |
Soaks wet and broke, lost and floating around |
Keep your head down, keep your voice down |
Oh, listen to the sound, all the races, all the faces |
They just might find a winner lying on the ground |
Learn to take it, try to shake it |
Can’t fake it now, now |
From the cradle you’ve been labeled |
About as stable as a drunk on shaky ground |
Black hole, paradise found |
Something so dark and something so bright |
Blue skies over our head |
Why the hell is everything turning out gray hair? |
All things are not what they seem |
The man behind the curtain is probably mean |
Deep six keeps the population down |
Broke and soaking wet, lost and floating around |
Keep your head down, keep your voice down |
Oh, listen to the sound, all the races, all the faces |
They just might find a winner lying on the ground |
Learn to take it, |
I can’t fake it now, now |
From the cradle you’ve been labeled |
About as stable as a drunk on shaky ground |