SHALLOW (PPL SWIM IN SHALLOW WATER)

Something's in the weed, my friend

I'm seeing mother Mary

I'm closer to hell than the clouds are to heaven

Something's in the weed, my friend

I'm seeing mother Mary

Closer to hell than the clouds are to heaven

Something's in the weed, my friend

Nobody's listening to you speak

So why start a conversation with me

Can't you see, we're all asleep

I left my enemies

Because no one hates myself more than me

So I stop at segregation and proceed

Take what you need

I'm fast asleep

Something's in the weed, my friend

I'm seeing mother Mary

Closer to hell than the clouds are to heaven

Something's in the weed, my friend

I'm seeing mother Mary

Closer to hell than the clouds are to heaven

Something's in the weed, my friend

Foe feeble moral highs and lows

So go on take your pick that's how it goes

As for me, I'd rather stay home

I'm no hero to you

My mother's evil and the angels too

(My mother's evil and the angels too)

Something's in the weed, my friend

I'm seeing mother Mary

Closer to hell than the clouds are to heaven

Something's in the weed, my friend

I'm seeing mother Mary

Closer to hell than the clouds are to heaven

Something's in the weed, my friend

I'm seeing mother Mary

Closer to hell than the clouds are to heaven

Something's in the weed, my friend

I'm seeing mother Mary

Closer to hell than the clouds are to heaven

If I lose sight then I lose it all

(How's it called? Selfish)

Sometimes I don't think I'm cherished enough

(This is my process)

Something's in the weed, my friend

I'm seeing mother Mary

Says I'm closer to hell than the clouds are to heaven