Some Day Driver

I'm no Imam I'm no priest
just a small town entertainer
with a desire for peace.
Crate your crates and damn your creed,
a barrel of monkeys with a love disease.

Some day driver like a Wednesday priest,
be a freight train survivor
you could damn the lord with ease.

Aint no guru, aint no saint,
just trying to come to terms with what they do in my name.
All for what, is it all for gain?
And at what cost do we deny our shame?

Some day driver like a Monday game,
like a holocaust denier
you could drown in all this pain.

Where's your leader, whats his name?
Take me to your leader
I got something to say.
You can make the moves,
you can run and hide,
but you cant undo what was never tied..

(© Sputnik Weazel ......from "Hungry Ghost Blues" - CD 2006)



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