Monica Wilson Roach - The Walker lyrics

[Verse 1] I picked up a doe from the side of the road and she was gone I made a pair of shoes from the skin on her back and she lives on I was digging for gold in the rubble of a Catholic church I found a wine bottle and a cardboard box that I had to search I found a blue bandana in a rusted out garbage can While everybody thinking themselves to d**h I just use my hands I should keep this little Jesus, he got his hands on his sacred heart But I can only fit the holy spirit in this shopping cart [Chorus] Oh no, I'm not up to much Oh no, I'm not up to much Oh no, I'm not up to much I'm just walking around [Verse 2] I see a million empty faces on their way to a living hell I see them fall out of the DMV in a satanic spell I never chose to sell my soul just to pay the bills And I never had that kind of a job and I never will [Chorus] Oh no, I'm not up to much Oh no, I'm not up to much Oh no, I'm not up to much I'm just walking around