Roots

Lyricist: Adam Ashtiani, Hasse Møller, Nick Labajewska Madsen & MØ    Composer: Adam Ashtiani, Hasse Møller, Nick Labajewska Madsen & MØ

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

Oh, 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
I wish for a better day to come around
So put a gun to the thunder inside of my head

You heard the news, sweet child
The world is mad, we're runnin' wild
Hop on ride and, get off at New York
There will be no more violence in the house of your heart
In the house of your heart
In the name of the Lord

I wish there'd been another way
Wish there'd been another way
Wish I'd stayed, but

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 wish for a better day to come around
So put a gun to the thunder inside of my head

Where will I dig my roots?
Oh where will I dig my roots?