"Bullet Hole" lyrics
Too many spoons in the soup
Always at the table, never at the oven
Try to judge me without the right subpoena
Got they hands out like the Macarena
The bricks fall from the wall, but it made me a path
And it fell on the heads of the snakes in the grass
There's a kite in this tree but there's hope when the wind blows
I can feel it through the window
Trying to see heaven through a bullet hole in the ceiling
Too many knives at the plate
Always at the table, not enough steak
Never had a handout, we don't sleep often
They got their hands out like a sleep walker
The bricks fall from the wall, but it made me a path
And it fell on the heads of the snakes in the grass
There's a rope in this tree but there's hope when the wind blows
That I might reach my feet
Trying to see heaven through a bullet hole in the ceiling
Always at the table, never at the oven
Try to judge me without the right subpoena
Got they hands out like the Macarena
The bricks fall from the wall, but it made me a path
And it fell on the heads of the snakes in the grass
There's a kite in this tree but there's hope when the wind blows
I can feel it through the window
Trying to see heaven through a bullet hole in the ceiling
Too many knives at the plate
Always at the table, not enough steak
Never had a handout, we don't sleep often
They got their hands out like a sleep walker
The bricks fall from the wall, but it made me a path
And it fell on the heads of the snakes in the grass
There's a rope in this tree but there's hope when the wind blows
That I might reach my feet
Trying to see heaven through a bullet hole in the ceiling
