EVERYONE ELSE HAS WHAT THEY HAVE AND WHAT I HAVE: SONGS.

PUNCHING BAG

You're lookin worn out and weary
Didn't know your life could be so dreary
Day after day after day

There once was a time
When you floated amongst the divine
The best laid of man gone astray

Now it's hard to begin to know just where you fit in
When you're the punching bag for the backlash
Your status and shine turn to ash
The height of your esteem finally led to your crash
When you're the punching bag for the backlash

How could your life come to this
One interminable kiss
On the ass of the beast you abhor
Foiled plans never made now your affairs carefully displayed
For all who would care to ignore

Now it's hard to begin to know
Just what was your sin
When you're the punching bag for the backlash
Your status and shine turn to ash
The height of your esteem led to your crash
Now you're the punching bag for the backlash

And it's hard to begin to know just where you fit in
When you're the punching bag for the backlash

(Andrew Donaldson c/o The Black Bonnets)

Comments

[Man In Van]

great lyric, mournful, sharp. when do I get to hear it?

[detroit s.]

this guy's lived

[uhk]

can't say how much these lyrics resonate with me. can't wait to hear. hope things you are well.