Beatiful People by Rusted Root

Come and hear the funeral marchin’
Maybe, this is your suicide
Maybe, this is more pure, pure and simple
Maybe this is all I have for home
Whoa, home, daddy yeah

Why have all your beautiful people
Brushed you on down, down
Brushed you on down?
Whoa, home, home, daddy, yeah

Hoo, daddy yeah
Hoo, daddy yeah
Hoo, daddy yeah
Hoo, daddy yeah
Whoa, home, home, home, home, daddy yeah

I saw the shame inside your addiction
Hatin’ to see what was passed on by
I saw the shame and wondered why
I should've lived and died

Leave a note and tell me
Leave a note and tell me why
Leave a note and tell me
Leave a note and tell me why

Why have all your beautiful people
Brushed you on down, down
Brushed you on down?
Whoa, home, home, daddy yeah
Hoo, daddy yeah

Hoo, daddy yeah
Hoo, daddy yeah
Hoo, daddy yeah
Hoo, daddy yeah

Hoo, daddy yeah
Hoo, daddy yeah
Hoo, daddy yeah
Hoo, daddy yeah

Hoo, daddy yeah
Hoo, daddy yeah
Hoo, daddy yeah
Hoo, daddy yeah
Whoa, home, home, home, daddy yeah

Whoa, home, home, home, daddy yeah
Whoa, home

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