Off the Wagon

by M. Robertson

You are a filter, standing in front of me
Blinders, on each side of me
Good intentions, sometimes bear misery
But Lord willin' this'll pass on by

Gonna find your way to a devil
And you're gonna get the hell out of here
So make no mistake about it
There is no love without your fears

We are a self-inflated majority
Everywhere I see uptown tendencies
And yesterday's southbound tragedy
Another new day, well glory be

So pass it on down the line to me
Pass it on down your line
Every last bit of memory and misery
Won't you pass it on down my line?

You were a filter, standing right in front of me
Blinders, front and back, side to side, up and down of me
And my good intentions met a wall of your miseries
Thank the Lord its passin' on by

©2008 the blame. all rights reserved.

home          back