Count Your Blessings

The filth in your mouth Never ceases to amaze me You're spitting it out Over beautiful ideas I'm coming around And I'm feeling kinda queasy You're bringing me down And you need to dissapear Count your blessings my friend You're not leaving that easy Count your blessings again Else they'll see you out I picture a time When the call of youth was flowering I took yours for mine But we're onto your deceit Count your blessings my friend You're not leaving that easy Count your blessings again Else they'll see you out Count your blessings my friend You're not leaving that easy Count your blessings again Else they'll see you out Count your blessings my friend.