maker Lyrics by paris jackson
stumbling outside confusing the day
nothing matters for me anyways
trade all my freedom to a merchant for dust
something to smoke something to crush
come on down come on down, meet my maker
come on down to the field where the poppies grow
it’s should feel like this, it’ll fix you up, any takers ?
come on down, come on down it’ll feel like home
can’t wake you up and shake it from you
i’m fading out a thousand times
pick me up and tell me im dying
lay me down can’t change my mind
come on down come on down, meet my maker
come on down to the field where the poppies grow
it should feel like this, it’ll fix you up, any takers ?
come on down, come on down it’ll feel like home
try to tell me what i’m thinking
but i can’t feel my broken bones
come on down come on down, meet my maker
come on down to the field where the poppies grow
it should feel like this, it’ll fix you up, any takers ?
come on down, come on down it’ll feel like home
