Maker Songtext
von Paris Jackson

Stumbling outside
Confusing the day
Nothing matters
For me anyway
I′d trade all my freedom
To a merchant for dust
Something to smoke
Something to crush

Well, come on down, come on down
Meet my maker
Come on down
To the field where the poppies grow
It'll feel like this, it′ll fix you up
Any takers?
Come on down, come on down
It'll feel like home


Can't wake you up and shake it from you
I′m fading out a thousand times
Well, pick me up and say I′m dying
Lay me down, can't change my mind

Well, come on down, come on down
Meet my maker
Come on down
To the field where the poppies grow
It′ll feel like this, it'll fix you up
Any takers?
Come on down, come on down
It′ll feel like home

Try to tell me what I'm thinking
But I can′t feel my broken bones

Well, come on down, come on down
Meet my maker
Come on down
To the field where the poppies grow
It'll feel like this, it'll fix you up
Any takers?
Come on down, come on down
It′ll feel like home