You Got To Leave – A Band Of Bees – letras

Who’d have thought who’d have thoughtYou’d get the devil down go his kneeHoly smoke holy smokeOnly if you now believeHot times down to the groundYou’re causing a crowdThe trouble is prideAnd you are pointing it wideWhen it’s dark it’s darkAnd you will lose your heartPick it up it upAnd go back to the startIt won’t be fairIt just won’t cause there’s careIt’s not what you didJust the things you hid fromYou launched an attack with my hand on your backThere’s sweat on your chest she said, You’re too abstractI couldn’t tell if it was subtract or plus for usWhat is the fuss now i’m gonna get off the busYou gotta leave me, you gotta leaveWhen it’s tough it’s toughBut who is strong enoughDon’t rush your sonsGo go go get your gunsJust hold on backAnd give this thing some slackLike I said, I’m gonna get off the bus