Armadillo

Armadillo rolls around in his shell Wants to buy what you won’t sell now Feels his claws on the desert sand Running from those who don’t understand Wear a mask no and one can see me Keeps me safe and I can sing freely Standing in the grass holdin' a beer, Grab another, this could be my year Hey! You have to break out from that shell Stare at the day and say what the hell Fighting ain’t something I do well But old memories I do dwell I ain’t needed, ain’t it swell Written down deep in my cells Armadillo rolls around in his shell Wants to buy what you won't sell Hey!