Uh-Oh

I went right back home
 You would have done the same
 And never washed your hands
 If you knew they'd dig up dirt again
 It took a drought
 To wash her out
 So I was the sun
 That slapped the rain
 Until we all knew she'd go down the drain
 They're the jacks of all trades
 The fruits of our labors were laid out to rot
 They danced and sang to the song of amazing grace
 I told you so
 Uh-oh
 I got a runnin' start and
 During my second wind
 Stirred up all the dust
 With an iron fist and her hair brush
 It was the prettiest picture you ever saw
 The prettiest picture not on the wall
 I heard a voice
 Covered my eyes
 Wore a big smile when we dropped like flies
 They're the jacks of all trades
 The fruits of our labors were laid out to rot
 They danced and sang to the song of amazing grace
 I told you so
 I went right back home
 You would've done the same
 Don't dare wash your hands
 We both know they'll dig up dirt again
 I got a runnin' start
 And during my second wind had a fit
 Like the bitter son of abraham
 Hold your breath
 Did you see the light?
 Or did your cold shoulder leave us in the ice?
 They're the jacks of all trades
 The fruits of our labors were laid out to rot
 They danced and sang to the song of amazing grace
 I told you so
 Uh-oh