Pyramids (Rose out of Our Pain) Lyrics & Tabs by Jenny Wilson
Pyramids (Rose out of Our Pain)
guitar chords lyrics
I came with a wind, got sand on my tongue.
Strike me again, the beat will make me young
I came with a wind and danced through the dust
Whose strike me once more, they beat me til I bust
And how could I rest? Got a storm in my veins
Pyramids rose out of our pain
Pyramids rose out of my pain
I got problems, problems, all I know.
Welcome trouble, get on board.
Here the dark is worn too.
Golden, jaded Jesus suit.
Give us hunger, give us drought.
Give us poor some water.
Swarm of locusts ate our bread.
Fever, damage, rots and bed.
Give us poor some water.
Swarm of locusts ate our bread.
Fever, damage, rots and bed.
Problems, problems, made us rot.
Tutanchamun died this time.
Nectar bleeds out of this root.
Floods of blood run through Beirut
Give us hunger, give us drought.
Give us poor some water.
Give me holes in my hands.
Pyramids rose out of my pain
Problems, problems, all I know.
You're not a stranger, get on board.
Riots, streets lie in a mess.
All the legends will lead to dread
I came with a wind and danced through the dust
Whose strike me once more, they beat me til I bust
And how could I rest? Got a storm in my veins
Pyramids rose out of our pain
Pyramids rose out of my pain
I got problems, problems, all I know.
Welcome trouble, get on board.
Here the dark is worn too.
Golden, jaded Jesus suit.
Give us hunger, give us drought.
Give us poor some water.
Swarm of locusts ate our bread.
Fever, damage, rots and bed.
Problems, problems, made us rot.
Tutanchamun died this time.
Nectar bleeds out of this root.
Floods of blood run through Beirut
Give us hunger, give us drought.
Give us poor some water.
Give me holes in my hands.
Pyramids rose out of my pain.
Pyramids rose out of my pain.
Pyramids rose out of my pain.
Pyramids rose out of my pain.
Give me holes in my hands.
Pyramids rose out of my pain
Problems, problems, made us rot.
Tutanchamun died this time.
Nectar bleeds out of this root.
Floods of blood run through Beirut
Give us hunger, give us drought.
Give us poor some water.
Give me holes in my hands.
Pyramids rose out of my pain.
