Where the Roosters Roam

I must be out of my head
I must have lost a lot of blood
I must have just forgot about it
I must have gotten slow

Well [?] who I was
Always getting pushed around
Diggin' in the frozen ground
Picking up bones

Where the roosters roam
Behind the parking lot
Waiting on a gunshot
Call 'em home

We could make us a fire
With a pile of violins
Living like a citizen
Getting along

I'm always looking for you

[Instrumental Break]

I'm always looking for you
When you're not in front of me
Sweeter than any honeybee
Sad as a song
Sweeter than any honeybee
Sweeter than any honeybee
Sad as a song