For All the Cows (acoustic) Lyrics

I'm called a cow
I'm not about to blow it now
for all the cows
it's funny how
money allows
all to browse
and be endowed
this wish is true
it falls into
places new
the cow is you
my kind has all run out
as if kinds could blend
sometimes it's not allowed
everything worn in like it's a friend

I said you're all a painted doll
and it caused
the walls to fall
how far is he?
impatiently
that's as far as far could be
as far could be