Hope Sandoval & the Warm Inventions
Satellite
State your way cuz you're going down
Get your hands to pray your way out
Satellite cuz your faith ain't home
Jingle head your heart's made of stone

Don't blaze on your way home
Count your blessings cuz you're hazed and don't know
Four days on your head made of hair
Just before you lay yourself down

In the ground where you came
In the place that your sisters made

Put your hands to pray your way out
For the lake cuz it's all that your have

Don't play me for a fool you say
Happiness is your hearts contents
Count your blessings, all the way
Count your blessings on your way down

On your way down, on your way down
On your way