Jack & Amanda Palmer - Black Boys On Mopeds (Sinéad O’Connor)

It's getting cold, I'm underdressed

I'm still not sold on this whole mess

You told me give it all away

Just trust, it will come back someday

I gave my voice, I gave my time

Was there a choice, and was it mine?

I leant out every stitch I had

I gave you everything you asked

Now nothing left except this faith

This old idea it's gonna rain

Do you think that the stars

Are going to spend their light on you?

Do you think that the stars

Give a shit what you might do?

Everybody's naked in the woods

And everybody's trying to be good

You say you have nothing left to lose

But I know that's just the story that you use

What you've got, you've got to give it to your mother

What you've got, you've got to give it to your father

What you've got, you've got to give to your sister

What you've got, you've got to give now hand it over

What you've got, you've got to give it to your mother

What you've got, you've got to give it to your father

What you've got, you've got to give to your sister

What you've got, you've got to give now hand it over

It's getting dark

I'm lost and scared

I can't find shelter anywhere

You told me give it all away

Just trust, it will come back someday

I gave my body and my voice

But do you think I had a choice?

You know what, baby, I'm in hell

Nothing but stories that I tell

Myself, I've got to keep the faith

This sad old lie it's gonna rain

Do you think that the stars

Are going to spend their light on you?

Do you think that the stars

Give a shit what you might do?

When there are billions and billions of us all looking for love

With billions of eyes all fixed on something above

And we're all are waiting for the pyro at the end of the show

But the lights we're staring up at died out centuries ago

Do you think that the stars