Van Hunt Follow

I’m singing in my sleep again. It makes you laugh So hard you cannot stop after the moment’s passed My orchestra helps you flee from the pressure ‘Cause the money’s dried up and it’s the first of the month

Watching you go crazy is driving me insane I hope you don’t think I’m lazy Baby, I’m working overtime Watching you go crazy is making me lose my mind

I went to my priest to ask the church for relief He said they had bigger problems to address than me I pressed my luck – asked for a cup of Jesus’ blood ‘Cause it tastes just like grape juice He said, “Go home, funny man. Enjoy while you can, ’cause we’re coming to save you.”

Baby, let my music drive you mad
Let it be your punching bag
On delicate feet let’s move out to the margins Let’s corral a garden full of life for our cells

My sweet lil’ thang made of candy cane
I hope you can hear this
If not, you’re more prepared for his return than those so-called believers For now you should rest – One day we’ll make baby foxes
Those of us short on loot are short on friends and lovers, too

We have no dollar bills to pay our water bill But we’re still sexy; and who are they?
They are much less attractive when the money is subtracted Hey