You Got To Leave

A Band of Bees

Who'd have thought who'd have thought
You'd get the devil down go his knee 
Holy smoke holy smoke 
Only if you now believe 
Hot times down to the ground 
You're causing a crowd 
The trouble is pride 
And you are pointing it wide 
When it's dark it's dark 
And you will lose your heart 
Pick it up it up 
And go back to the start 
It won't be fair 
It just won't cause there's care 
It's not what you did 
Just the things you hid from 
You launched an attack with my hand on your back 
There's sweat on your chest she said, You're too abstract 
I couldn't tell if it was subtract or plus for us 
What is the fuss now i'm gonna get off the bus 
You gotta leave me, you gotta leave 
When it's tough it's tough 
But who is strong enough 
Don't rush your sons 
Go go go get your guns 
Just hold on back 
And give this thing some slack 
Like I said, I'm gonna get off the bus