Gather - Dokkodo Sounds & Mountain Range

Some of us need to gather And others gonna have to kill With everybody so preoccupied Who's gonna pay the bills? If anybody finds a flame You gotta keep it safe and dry If anybody goes for coffee Well, then, give me a piece of the pie, a little piece of the pie And then we gotta try to harvest Somebody's gonna have to till And what about a little shelter? What about a big house on the hill? And who's gonna tend the garden If the rain forgets to fall? And who's gonna spend As much as they can On Jesus at the mall? Some of us need to gather And others gonna have to kill With everybody so preoccupied Who's gonna pay the bills? Now we got ourselves a circus Let's put it away for a while We'll bring it back if we get hungry Or just fashionably out of style And who's gonna try to fix this one? Somebody please stop the car And who's gonna give me some good news and Who's gonna take it too far? Come on, let's take it too far Come on, let's take it too far Come on, let's take it too far Come on, let's take it too Some of us need to gather And other's are gonna have to kill With everybody so preoccupied, who's gonna pay the bills? Well some of us need to gather (some of us need to gather) Some of us need to gather (some of us need to gather) Some of us need to gather (some of us need to gather) Who's gonna pay the bills (come on, let's take it too far) Who's gonna pay the bills Come on, let's take it too far Who's gonna pay the Come on let's take it too far Who's gonna pay the

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