Well I move my mouth

And I hear what's coming out

Why can't I say what I believe

I could stand erect and politically correct

But it's getting me nothing in return

Well my son's mother Jan, she gave it all she had

I don't think she ever once complained

Well she was led by the hand

Like a sacrificial lamb

Now it's getting her nothing in return

There was stage hand Luke

Always scorned and got rebuked

He could bridal his tongue for just so long

Well one day he starts to shout and it all comes pouring out

It was giving him nothing in return

Jewels and thieves and commonalties

Things we got to get over

Life disagrees all you need is me

One day to you is like a thousand years

And it's a shame I guess

I really send my best

And it's giving me nothing in return

Jewels and thieves and commonalties

Things we got to get over

Life disagrees what you need is me

One day to you is like a thousand years

And it's a shame I guess

I really send my best

And it's giving me nothing in return

Well I get annoyed moving to an asteroid

© Fran Smith Jr., 2005. All Rights Reserved.