Texty:
My Morning Jacket Look At You

Look at you, you, such a fine citizen Look at you, you, such a glowing example Of peace and glory, glory, glory Of peace and glory, glory, glory And let

power to lead without fear. Not about, in some tower, but here-right down here-... with us in this world. Look at you: everywhere at once. Look at you

masks, and windbreaker jackets 'Cause ain't no doors gettin' kicked down And if it is, then I suggest you skip town Becuase my lawyer's so good, I hope you're packed up In the morning, you

Where everybody was going insane Took a look at the real one Afro Comb! The next morning you didn't have yours on How many ways will you bite my shit

the fire place mantle and grab my flannel And my bandanna then Kiss the naked mannequin man again You can see him standing in my front window If you look

the handle mine Since I did the crime, I gots ta do my time Them say me grow up to be nuttin' Look at me now what do you see I am what I am it's only

of soap Drown the bitch in a toilet at that Look at them tiles, she dead on crack Another bitch dead (On my bathroom floor) Another bitch dead (on my bathroom floor) Another bitch dead (In my

Knock, knock it at the party Yo baby what you doing, doing, yeah you heard of me That mister bark rock get your phone spot long gone home... Got a sex jacket

bitch Now she's kickin with a notha nigga, front you shit You said the baby had you caught, that's what you said But you thought she was sprung so you