Letras
Wading through the waste, stormy winter
There's not a friend to help you through
Trying to stop the waves behind your eyeballs
Drop your reds, drop your greens and blues
Come on, come on down, sweet Virginia
Come on, honey child, I'm begging you
Come on, come on down, you know you got it in ya
You got to scrape the shit right off your shoes
Thank you for your wine, California
Thank you for your sweet and bitter fruits
Yes, I got the desert in my toenail
And I hid the speed inside my shoe
Come on, come on down, sweet Virginia
Come on, honey child, I'm begging you
Come on, come on down, you know you got it in ya
You got to scrape the shit right off your shoes
Come on, come on down, sweet Virginia
Come on, honey child, I'm begging you
Come on, come on down, you know you got it in ya
You got to scrape the shit right off your shoes
Yeah, you got to scrape the shit right off your shoes