Pilgrim کے بول

A little blood and vomit on the car seat And the tooth is sitting in my lap Brother if you're hungry but not wounded Then it's time to stop and check the map Pilgrim Where's your head at? Are you paying the birds to sing? Well it won't work On the true path Where the wretched are growing wings If the ancient wisdom came in bottles I would tell my terror where to go But I don't know who would do the dishes 'Cause I'd be lying wasted in the road Pilgrim Where's your head at? Are you paying the birds to sing? Meet me On the true path I'll be dizzy from growing wings My tears My tears My kicking up the love dirt I fear It's the only way Pilgrim Whatcha lookin' at me for? My disaster has come and gone It left me By the roadside With my shadow And one more song