Wake It

Brown boots, two boots waiting on the platform
Blood bled, blood bleeds, blooded waits for a beautiful storm
To take it, shake it, reded the dead skin
Shake it, wake it, whatever the fool mean comes in
And make me unready to stop being a child
Well, times, long times being wrong, and time is being kind
Uhhh, na na na na na na, uhhh, na na na na na na
Uhhh, na na na na na na, uhhh, na na na na na na
Brown boots, many boots, walking to the crumbling castle walls
Where millions of other boots, they have trotten this class before us
After the storm, the river, it’s swells and comes flowing in past
Back from the time when we were dead, a fool been forced to grow up fast
And make me unready to stop being a child
Well, times, long times being wrong, and time is being kind
Give up, raps us, some belittles that we do now
Uhhh, na na na na na na, uhhh, na na na na na na
Uhhh, na na na na na na, uhhh, na na na na na na
We can open these
Wing, we can get one
We can open these
Wing, we can get one