The Walker - Sean Rowe

I picked up a doe from the side of the road and she was gone

I made a pair of shoes from the skin on her back and she lives on

I was digging for gold in the rubble of a Catholic church

I found a wine bottle and a cardboard box that I had to search

I found a blue bandana in a rusted out garbage can

While everybody thinking themselves to death I just use my hands

I should keep this little Jesus, he got his hands on his sacred heart

But I can only fit the holy spirit in this shopping cart

Oh no, I’m not up to much

Oh no, I’m not up to much

Oh no, I’m not up to much

I’m just walking around

I see a million empty faces on their way to a living hell

I see them fall out of the DMV in a satanic spell

I never chose to sell my soul just to pay the bills

And I never had that kind of a job and I never will

Oh no, I’m not up to much

Oh no, I’m not up to much

Oh no, I’m not up to much

I’m just walking around