Roots MØ

[Intro]
Oh, oh

[Verse 1]
You heard the news, sweet child
I've slaughtered all them swines
I left it burnin'
Gone to New York
There will be no more violence in the house of your heart
In the house of your heart
There was a rabble
And I was weak for a while
I'll never be as good as you so
I got a ride and
I hitched out for new yards
There will be no more violence in the house of your heart
In the name of the Lord

[Chorus]
Oh, oh, baby
Where will I dig my roots?
It's aching each time that I think of you
I wish for a better day to come around
Wanna shake my hands down
Show you what you found (oh)
I wish for a better day to come around
So put a gun to the thunder inside of my head (oh)