i went right back home you would have done the same and never washed your hands if you knew they'd dig up dirt again it took a drought to wash her out
so i was the sun that slapped the rain until we all knew she'd go down the drain
they're the jacks of all trades the fruits of our labors were laid out to rot they danced and sang to the song of amazing grace i told you so uh-oh
i got a runnin' start and during my second wind stirred up all the dust with an iron fist and her hair brush it was the prettiest picture you ever saw the prettiest picture not on the wall
i heard a voice covered my eyes wore a big smile when we dropped like flies
they're the jacks of all trades the fruits of our labors were laid out to rot they danced and sang to the song of amazing grace
i told you so
i went right back home you would've done the same don't dare wash your hands we both know they'll dig up dirt again i got a runnin' start and during my second wind had a fit like the bitter son of abraham
hold your breath did you see the light? or did your cold shoulder leave us in the ice?
they're the jacks of all trades the fruits of our labors were laid out to rot they danced and sang to the song of amazing grace i told you so