Sand Into Stone

tUnE-yArDs

I breathe on the people and the people started losing their minds
I breathe on the people and the people started losing their minds
Oh no, the trouble is I grew that seed too long
The trouble is I grew that seed too long
The trouble is I grew that seed too long
The trouble is I could not turn that sand into stone
Sand into stone

Two, three
At its worst this town is like the rudest person you've ever seen
At its worst this town is like a psycho-killing fascist machine
Hey!

I could not turn that sand into stone
Sand into stone
All alone
Sand into stone

Runnin' around, runnin' around, runnin' around, hit the ground
Runnin' around, runnin' around, runnin' around, hit the ground
Runnin' around, runnin' around, runnin' around, hit the ground
Runnin' around, runnin' around, runnin' around, hit the ground
Runnin' around, runnin' around, runnin' around, hit the ground
Runnin' around, runnin' around, runnin' around, hit the ground