paroles de chanson I Don't Want to Get Adjusted to This World - Steve Slagg

Iris's Mama
Sang hymns at the piano
With her neck craned upward
As if to the Lord

Roseanne's daddy
Sang "My God Is Real"
But his fingers loved the feel
Of the minor chords

My grandma drank her coffee black
And mouthed prayers for her boys and girls
I don't wanna get
I don't wanna get adjusted
I don't wanna get adjusted to this world

When I was young
I felt the world wrong
So I sealed myself in metal
And took a deep dive

I plunged all the way down
And sat still in the sound
The pressure's what kept me alive

Now I've surfaced and my panic's contained
Each day's gotta name
I sing a song every hour
I don't wanna get
I don't wanna get adjusted
I don't wanna get, I don't wanna get adjusted to this pow'r

I dreamed I had a vision
My whole body was religion
I flickered, then I glowed
Like Mother Mary did

In my wonder I was singin'
In my terror I was singin'
In my laughter I was singin'
Through my tears I was singin'
In my pain I was singin'
In my pleasure I was singin'
In my patience I was singin'
In my "please"
In my "yes"

Hmm

When they roused me
There was a veil between
My eyes
And the glories above
I don't wanna get
I don't wanna get adjusted
I don't wanna get, I don't wanna get adjusted to your love

To your love
To your love
To your love
To your love
To your love
To your love
To your love
To your love
To your love