Ain't it funny how life can shame you
A crooked arrow and a broken bow
I'm so sick and tired of pretendin
Puttin' feeling where a feeling don't grow
Puttin' feeling where a feeling don't grow
Whether I'm right or wrong, same chorus to a simple song
Spouts a sonnet to the broken sun and me
If I was a holy man, the same leader of a broken band
Selling hate in the promised land
That's me, that's me
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