Dirt Poor Robins All There Is
He only hit her, only hit her with an open hand
He thought, he thought, he thought that made him
Some kind, some kind of a gentleman
I do my best, do my best just to understand
How it could ever be okay again
I crack the door, crack the door, try to listen in
But then, but then, I break in the bedlam
He glares right back as I stare at him
I held my breath, held my breath as I dare contest
Pushing down the thunder pounding in my chest
Oh, I guess that it could've been worse than this
But I haven't met a human yet who is living with no regrets
More or less, though I'm sure that it can't be fixed
Is this all? All there is?
Sometimes my mind, sometimes gets the best of me
What good to the devil, what good is a nightmare
When waking life is a bigger fear?
Wake up, wake up, wake up to catastrophe
Go on and pan the smoke and find some clarity
Oh, I guess that it could've been worse than this
But I haven't met a human yet who is living with no regrets
More or less, though I'm sure that it can't be fixed
Is this all? All there is?
Is this all? All there is?
After all, this is who we are
Made of dirt and fed by stars
In the blink of an eye we'll be undermined
When they bury our grains in the sands of time
After all, this is who we are
Made of dirt and bit by stars
In the blink of an eye we'll be undermined
When they bury our grains in the sands of time
When they bury our grains in the sands of time
When they bury our grains in the sands of time
