I’m no builder, I’m no gardener / I sing some songs, have a friend who’s a photographer / There ain’t no other language I know how to speak / Some like their water shallow and I like mine deep / Tied to the bottom with a noose around my feet (The Black Crowes)

I’m no builder, I’m no gardener / I sing some songs, have a friend who’s a photographer / There ain’t no other language I know how to speak / Some like their water shallow and I like mine deep (Black Crowes)