Now heaven knows I've got one short damn fuse
So come sit down a spell while I light up the room
If walls could talk, they'd be know-it-all's
So we live in the sticks, and aren't some fish you can catch

And it makes my skin crawl
I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed, so what's the use?
And she knew, she knew

He fights like hell because he wants to glow
And would tackle the sun to be a bright bulb
I wonder if he'll wake us up in time?

He's gray
And has to hide somewhere in between black and white
'Cause it's safe
But never was brave before it's over
I hope he takes you too

They say attack can be your best defense
And I've got mother's smile, both my dad's fists
John Doe escapes, carry his name
And when it's time to sign, ask where; not why
And it makes my blood boil
Those black letter days, all their mail just winds up lost

He's gray
And has to hide somewhere in between black and white
'Cause it's safe
But never was brave before it's over
I hope he takes you too

You'll see whispers in the winter
My temper doesn't laugh

And every spring, I hear them sing, I hear them sing
(Oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh)
Every spring, I hear them sing, I hear them sing
Every spring, I hear them sing

If he's going down
If he's going under the ground
I hope he takes you too

Whoa, whoa, whoa

I hope he takes you too
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Bright Bulbs & Sharp Tools Lyrics

Fair To Midland – Bright Bulbs & Sharp Tools Lyrics