Blanket

Is it obvious that you have had it wrong?

You're attitude and angst seem to have gone

Is there no way you can be what you have said?Another self-serving sermon

You can stand and beat your breast

While they feed on the fruit of their sweatYou've got it rough

Haven't you got it rough?

So you shoot, shoot, shoot

From the lipWhile you emulate the man that touched your heart

Imitate at due cost

Your comment on positions out of reach

Contradict the very words you preachYou can stand and beat your breast

While they feed on the fruit of their sweatYou've got it rough

Haven't you got it rough?

So you shoot, shoot, shoot

From the lipI just know

I won't

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