Sing Sing Songtext
von The Bones of J.R. Jones

Sing, sing, won′t you sing for me
Beast in your belly, you've got to let it breathe
Sing, oh, sing for me
Beast in your belly, lord, you′ve got to let it breathe
Breathe for me

And wash, you better wash your hands
Grab the soap, use your frying pan
'Cause you've been digging down, burying dead
Grass grows tall on the things that you wish that you′d forget

And better clean, oh clean your plate
Mama′s been slavin' in the kitchen all day
Make sure to wipe the filth from your shoes
No one ′round here wants to know what you've been up to


Down, down in a hole in the ground
There are ghosts that never can be found
Home, home, home is in the ground
You′re only waiting at the end of the road

And nothing's better than blood on blood
I promise brother, you are safe with us
There′s no telling what tomorrow will bring
We all have our devils and oh, you've got to let them sing

Sing, oh, sing for me
Beast in your belly, you've got to let it breathe
Sing, oh, sing for me
Beast in your belly, lord, you′ve got to let it sing

Home, home, home is in the ground
You′re only waiting at the end of the road
Down, down in a hole in the ground
There are ghosts that never can be found