When I get broken like a record
I'm outspoken like a leopard
With a temper and a timbre like a timber saw.
If you got the balls to put me 'gainst the wall
Don't you be surprised when you see my claws.
You can kick me while I'm down, I'm used to it.
And then come back around, I'm used to it.
I got bruises on my bruises, ain't new to this.
And once again I'm...
Sleeping in the rain there's a hole in the roof,
Brains bashed in by the ugliest truth,
Stomped on proper by a steel-toed boot,
Laid out naked like a pulled up root.
I been knocked around, dropped upside down,
Run out of town, but I just turn around.
I don't take no well, I don't take no hell,
I been there and back and I'm doing well.
You can kick me while I'm down, I'm used to it.
And then come back around, I'm used to it.
I got bruises on my bruises, ain't new to this.
And once again I'm...
Sleeping in the rain there's a hole in the roof,
Brains bashed in by the ugliest truth,
Stomped on proper by a steel-toed boot,
Laid out naked like a pulled up root.
You can kick me while I'm down, I'm used to it.
And then come back around, I'm used to it.
Yeah I got bruises on my bruises, ain't new to this.
And once again I'm...
Sleeping in the rain there's a hole in the roof,
Brains bashed in by the ugliest truth,
Stomped on proper by a steel-toed boot,
Laid out naked like a pulled up root.
The Get Right Band - Pulled Up Root Lyrics
The Get Right Band - Pulled Up Root Lyrics
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When I get broken like a record
I'm outspoken like a leopard
With a temper and a timbre like a timber saw.
If you got the balls to put me 'gainst the wall
Don't you be surprised when you see my claws.
You can kick me while I'm down, I'm used to it.
And then come back around, I'm used to it.
I got bruises on my bruises, ain't new to this.
And once again I'm...
Sleeping in the rain there's a hole in the roof,
Brains bashed in by the ugliest truth,
Stomped on proper by a steel-toed boot,
Laid out naked like a pulled up root.
I been knocked around, dropped upside down,
Run out of town, but I just turn around.
I don't take no well, I don't take no hell,
I been there and back and I'm doing well.
You can kick me while I'm down, I'm used to it.
And then come back around, I'm used to it.
I got bruises on my bruises, ain't new to this.
And once again I'm...
Sleeping in the rain there's a hole in the roof,
Brains bashed in by the ugliest truth,
Stomped on proper by a steel-toed boot,
Laid out naked like a pulled up root.
You can kick me while I'm down, I'm used to it.
And then come back around, I'm used to it.
Yeah I got bruises on my bruises, ain't new to this.
And once again I'm...
Sleeping in the rain there's a hole in the roof,
Brains bashed in by the ugliest truth,
Stomped on proper by a steel-toed boot,
Laid out naked like a pulled up root.
I'm outspoken like a leopard
With a temper and a timbre like a timber saw.
If you got the balls to put me 'gainst the wall
Don't you be surprised when you see my claws.
You can kick me while I'm down, I'm used to it.
And then come back around, I'm used to it.
I got bruises on my bruises, ain't new to this.
And once again I'm...
Sleeping in the rain there's a hole in the roof,
Brains bashed in by the ugliest truth,
Stomped on proper by a steel-toed boot,
Laid out naked like a pulled up root.
I been knocked around, dropped upside down,
Run out of town, but I just turn around.
I don't take no well, I don't take no hell,
I been there and back and I'm doing well.
You can kick me while I'm down, I'm used to it.
And then come back around, I'm used to it.
I got bruises on my bruises, ain't new to this.
And once again I'm...
Sleeping in the rain there's a hole in the roof,
Brains bashed in by the ugliest truth,
Stomped on proper by a steel-toed boot,
Laid out naked like a pulled up root.
You can kick me while I'm down, I'm used to it.
And then come back around, I'm used to it.
Yeah I got bruises on my bruises, ain't new to this.
And once again I'm...
Sleeping in the rain there's a hole in the roof,
Brains bashed in by the ugliest truth,
Stomped on proper by a steel-toed boot,
Laid out naked like a pulled up root.
Writer: Silas Durocher
Copyright: Lyrics © Word Collections Publishing, Head Heart and Hips Music
Copyright: Lyrics © Word Collections Publishing, Head Heart and Hips Music