brother sam said
he want all the brown heads
to be more in tune with
what they be consumin'
but it be the clown heads
sellin' to brown heads
paper in brown bags
some sort of collusion
in all the confusion
there are no puritans
to cure the men
sweet souls surrender
the brown heads inhale
and drown here
better stay from 'round here
that's what brother sam said
i went on down to the liquor store
to hear myself something honest
i went on down to the liquor store
to hear myself the greatest prophets/profits
the sell of booze and cheap cocaine
was something i tried not to notice
i believe the wise words they'd say
sometimes people change
brother sam said
he want all the clown heads
to be more concerned with
a bigger purpose
but it be the brown heads
buyin' from clown heads
paint the whole town red
some sort of circus
underneath the surface
there are no puritans
to cure the men
sweet souls surrender
the clown heads in hell
are bound here
better stay from 'round here
that's what Brother Sam said
i went on down to the liquor store
to hear myself something honest
i went on down to the liquor store
to hear myself the greatest prophets/profits
the sell of booze and cheap cocaine
was something i tried not to notice
i believe the wise words they'd say
sometimes people change
i'm getting dumb to it,
numb to it, stumbling heavily
i'm fumbling, crumbling,
never can i let it be
this struggle and suffering, under such a siege
medicine man no longer sell the stuff to me
i gotta undo it, undo it, brother come down
fun it once was, now it's none nohow
the sour and the sweet
black tooth, yellow teeth
gonna break all the bottles that i see, 'cause i feel that..
some day we'll reach the point of no return
some day we'll know
truth comes in the simplest words...
credits
from CHURCH,
released August 19, 2014
whistles: Shawn Anderson