The Walker Songtext
von Sean Rowe

I picked up a doe from the side of the road and she
Was gone
I made a pair of shoes from the skin on her back and
She lives on
I was digging for gold in the rubble of a
Catholic church
I found I wine bottle and a cardboard box that
I had to search
I found a blue bandana in a rusted out garbage can
While everybody thinking themselves to death I just


Use my hands
I should keep this little Jesus
He got his hands on his sacred heart
But I can only fit the holy spirit in this shopping cart
I see a million empty faces on their way to a living hell
I see them fall out of the DMV in a satanic spell
I never chose to sell my soul just to pay the bills
I never had that kind of a job and I never will
Oh no, I′m not up to much
I'm just walking around