Lyrics Langhorne Slim – Tipping Point

We are not what we own
And then that I will sink like stone
The flowers are tried for being grown
The end is near, so let’s go home

I found one red rose at a murder scene
With a note that read ‘You know what I mean»
I got so caught up I could hardly speak
I said ‘Hi-de-oh»

The tipping point
The tipping point
The tipping point

Oh! The tipping point
The tipping point
The tipping point

Trade your cloak in for a sword
Pick a side, cause this means war
The virgins are turning into whores
I heard a lion squeak and a kitten roar

My best friend, he’ll always kiss me
He lives in China Town in New York City
He likes his ladies, and he likes ’em pretty
I said «Hi-de-oh»
The tipping point
The tipping point
The tipping point

Oh! The tipping point
The tipping point
The tipping point
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