yellow brick home Lyrics by Stephen Wilson Jr.
Scarecrow found the yellow brick road
Adrenaline tastes much sweeter than gold
Funnel cloud, come down put on a show, show, show me
Freight train serenade, tumbleweed roll me
A couple cows flying ’round in circles
Straw through a telephone pole
Exposed live wire, I’m playing with fire
Watching transformers explode
A couple cows flying ’round in circles
Humbled by the Lord, get thrown
Look the devil in the face, give heaven a taste
There’s no place like home
Home
Take me along like a little dog by your side
Just for the hell like a carousel ride
There’s gotta be a world where the world don’t die
Is the end of the world just a man-made lie?
A couple cows flying ’round in circles
Straw through a telephone pole
Exposed live wire, I’m playing with fire
Watching transformers explode
A couple cows flying ’round in circles
Humbled by the Lord, get thrown
Look the devil in the face, give heaven a taste
There’s no place like home
Home
A real green sky is a real mean guy
A real green sky is a real mean guy
A real green sky is a real mean guy
A real green sky is a real mean guy
A couple cows flying ’round in circles
Straw through a telephone pole
Exposed live wire, I’m playing with fire
Watching transformers explode
A couple cows flying ’round in circles
Humbled by the Lord, get thrown
Look the devil in the face, give heaven a taste
There’s no place like home
Home
Yeah, a real green sky is a real mean guy
Yeah, a real green sky is a real mean guy
Yeah, a real green sky is a real mean guy
Yeah, a real green sky is a real mean guy
