Toadies
Текст песни Understand

Saturday
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with your hand held tight
white gloves, bibles
the buzz of flys
I know that somewhere
the saints still are there
they can get together, they can talk about it
they can understand
My held held tight
my bodies aches
pressed against the weight of the gospel
i know that somewhere
the saints gather around
they watch me with wisdom and patience
i hope they understand
the summer falls like a ??
my body sweats beneath her
my purpose is clearer
???
oh!! uh-huh!
you can understand, you can understand
you can understand
I don't understand
I don't understand