Roots
Don’t you say that this ain’t real
I feel pulling at my heels
Don’t you claim that I can’t feel
I not made of stainless steel
Roots,
I don’t have them and that’s ok,
Roots,
Maybe I will have the some day,
Roots.
I bought a big house in the country,
I live there now, does nothing for me,
Bought a fast car, white and sporty,
When I look back I was pretty poorly.
I’ve had my best friend right beside,
Big decisions didn’t come lightly,
A few regrets that live inside me,
Wish I’d done things way more kindly,
Don’t you say that this ain’t real
I feel pulling at my heels
Don’t you claim that I can’t feel
I not made of stainless steel
I spent long year in a small van,
Didn’t feel my life disappearing,
Miss my family, I miss her friends,
I know I made those mistakes.
I’m sad I woke up,
Too late for us,
I know it’s hard now,
I know I fucked up,
Don’t you say that this ain’t real
I feel pulling at my heels
Don’t you claim that I can’t feel
I not made of stainless steel
Roots,
I don’t have them and that’s ok,
Roots,
Maybe I will have the some day,
Roots.
Over and over
And over
And over
And over
Don’t you say that this ain’t real
I feel pulling at my heels
Don’t you claim that I can’t feel
I not made of stainless steel
Writer/s: Dave Dunwell, Joe Dunwell, Lucy Spraggan
