Lyrics

To all my friends and neighbours, I got a song to sing About this fabulous species, thinks they know everything So listen up close, it won't hurt but it might sting But we just can't say right now So come on out creatures, you the humbled and the bruised There's a spot on the curb for each of us fools We'll be ready to stand when we get the new rules But we just can't say right now Ain't nothing so simple, when you shovel into it We're building up from the rubble, or we're at the top of the split We're blowing out little bubbles, or we're in a pile of shit But we just can't say right now The saints of the sinners lost some of their shine And their guilty companions been abandoned in time It's a slap-back from the founders of reason and rhyme Oh the truth comes out in the end Yeah we're hammered with headlines, as we're speeding along We're so convinced we're right, we've forgotten what's wrong If you ask me compassion is the sign of the strong Oh the truth comes out in the end Now my fellow conscious citizen, take a seat on the stand In the name of your honour, you can raise your right hand Now tell us all again, how you're doing all that you can Oh the truth comes out in the end From the one life I've lived, comes one thing I've learned It's that we ain't gonna change, unless something starts to burn With the luck of the ancients, we'll all make the turn And we'll carry through somehow Take control of the arms, that's connected to your heart Take the moment the guts find the courage to start A little breakdown be the shakedown, make your feet do their part And we'll carry through somehow So long to the old way, bonjour reality The right to think different is the mark of the free What a beautiful conundrum, cut out for you and me And we'll carry through somehow
Writer(s): Morgan Pendleton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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