Our Delights…

I found my roots in a hungry soul

And I’ve seen troubles that no one should know

And I’ve got scars and marks I can show to remind me

And I’m not calling this a rivalry

And I’m not out for blood, you see

I still have my own team of things that plague me

And then they say, “Off with his head”

He won’t need it between a rock and a hard place

It’s been so long since we’ve said I’m sorry…

I know we said a heap of things

All through flapping yellow teeth

But hear me when I say, “I’m sorry…”

We must pay for our own blunders

We must pay for our delights

No one else can make all our wrongs, right