St. Paul & The Broken Bones - Oporto-Madrid Blvd

[Verse 1]
Powerlines runnin' through the branches on the street
City cuts 'em down, nature never wins
Hell gets its fury when God gets His piece
Get your hands off me
Hey
I am just a tree
Swayin' in the wind of personality
Get your hands off me
Hey
I am just a man
Who lost his roots because he got my hand
[Verse 2]
See that mansion on the hill
I burn it down every day in my brain
Officer, please, I didn't know
Anybody lived inside, or so I am told
Get your hands off me
Hey
I am just a tree
Swayed by the whispers on the wind
Get your hands off mе
Hey
I am just a man
With a baby and a pistol in my hand

[Verse 3]
It's quite quaint herе, with a tiny view
Wish I could get on the telephone and talk to you
It's not better, this spinnin' mind
The bullets and blood I made for you
Get your hands off me
Hey
I am just a tree
Cut down by society
Get your hands off me
Hey
I am just a man
[Outro]
A father and a husband of this land
A father and a husband of this land
A father and a husband of this land
A father and a husband of this land

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