Throw Me

And you take me
And you throw me up and over
The garden wall

And you take me
And you throw me up and over

Like you know
What's holy
Like you know
What's good for me

Cold and frozen eyes
Cold and orthodox
Old religion
Never been part of this bright-eyed world

And you make me
Walk the city streets all winter
Looking for a home

And you make me
Walk the city streets all winter

Like you know
What's holy
Like you know
What's good for me

Cold and frozen eyes
Cold and orthodox
Old religion
Never been part of this bright-eyed world