For the Record

My blood is thick but it still runs

Every time I was taught to bite my tongue

It's been years and the letters they still come

Still comeSo hang, hang me up on your cross

For the record, I only wanted to sing songs

Hang me out to die in the sun

For the record, I only wanted to sing songsRaise me up when I was number one

Make a story of, of a story that was spun

Strong enough to carry both my sons

My blood is thick but it still runsSo hang, hang me up on your cross

For the record, I only wanted to sing songs

Hang me out to die in the sun

For the record, I only wanted to sing songs