Bighorn Sheep Blues - Aaron Burnett

Kids get high in the basement sometimes And tell themselves not to watch the screens It's the blood that haunts me, I can't fall asleep 'Cause it's ruthless, and don't tell me you're ruthless too When there is blood on the streets of Baltimore Kids are getting ready for a long war Maybe I was born in the wrong skin But those sheep are rolling in the mud again Like woah, it haunts me now Tell me it haunts you too You cut it up, you cut it up But it's still the red white and the blue You cut it up, you cut it up But it's still the red white and the blue Wasted, in the tangles of time And my baby, is she the only one left when it's dire? She said a change is gonna come, love, but it's all on us 'Cause it's ruthless now, and don't tell me you're ruthless too When there is blood on the streets of Baltimore Kids are getting ready for a long war Maybe I was born in the wrong skin But those sheep are rolling in the mud again Like woah, it haunts me now Tell me it haunts you too You cut it up, you cut it up But it's still the red white and the blue You cut it up, you cut it up But it's still the red white and the blue 'Cause there is blood on the streets of Baltimore Kids are getting ready for a long war Maybe I was born in the wrong skin But those sheep are rolling in the mud again Like woah, it haunts me now Tell me it haunts you too Oh, it haunts me 'cause Their freedom was paid in blood You cut it up, you cut it up But it's still the red white and the blue You cut it up, you cut it up But it's still the red white and the blue

Little girls, little girls Everywhere I turn I can see them Little girls, little girls Night and day I eat, sleep and breathe them I'm an ordinary woman with feelings I'd like a man to nibble on my ear But I'll admit no man has bit So how come I'm the mother of the year? How I hate little shoes, little socks And each little bloomer I'd have cracked years ago If it weren't for my sense of humor Some women are dripping with diamonds Some women are dripping with pearls Lucky me, lucky me Look at what I'm dripping with Little girls Little cheeks, little teeth Everything around me is little If I wring little necks Surely I would get an acquittal Some day I'll step on their freckles Some night I'll straighten their curls Send a flood, send the flu Anything that you can do to little, little, little Little, little, lit-, little Little girls Some day I'll land in the nut house With all the nuts and the squirrels There I'll stay tucked away Till the prohibition of little girls