Milk – Foo Fighters (Letras)

If I share powdered milk with you
I glue a picture to the chair
spit and butter from the plate
that broke a week ago

Gather Round Gather Round Gather Round

a father scolds his little boy
for trading secrets with a girl
he turns and kicks the neighbors dog
into the other yard

Gather Round Gather Round Gather Round

for Marys homeless people in the cardboard
church beneath the ramp fire
is left for anyone to blame until…..

Gather Round Gather Round Gather Round

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