Closer To The Truth Lyrics

Closer To The Truth lyrics

The moss hangs like witches hair from the big oak tree

And from across the swamp there comes riding on the breeze

The sound -- the sound -- Bi-Yo rhythm -- Bi-Yo rhythm



The rooster is born a fighter

Wears those surgeon blades on his legs

Hot blood, cold eyes

Headed for an early grave

He moves -- he moves with the sound

And he'll fight until they lay him in the ground

Bi-Yo rhythm -- Bi-Yo rhythm



The gator rides low in the water

But his eyes see everything

He watches the cities moving closer

Turning his home into a four lane

He moves -- he moves with the sound

He waits until it all comes down

Bi-Yo rhythm -- Bi-Yo rhythm