Build your brother up, tear your anger down
|
throw your fist into the air, tell all your friends
|
that you¡¯ll stand strong until the end
|
let them all know their Father cares
|
|
I¡¯ve been alone since the day I was born
|
living my life just for myself
|
just drinking and eating, but never believing
|
going to church just for my health
|
|
One day the man of God stood and he told me
|
the Father¡¯s got a plan for my life
|
well this news hit my head, like a punch from uncle Ned
|
|
so I went and found me self a wife
|
well I found me self a girl, who was lovely as a pearl
|
until she turned out to be a man
|
well I puked and I screamed, cause she wasn¡¯t as she seemed
|
man, I got dealt a rotten hand
|
|
Well the moral of my story was the tale of my pride
|
it¡¯s my own selfishness that lied
|
for if I follow my own plan, I will falter at the end
|
my Father¡¯s got a plan for my life
|
So now I follow Him with my back turned from sin
|
lead me on my Father Adonai I will be your man
|
|
-----------------
|
The Rotten Hand
|
Flatfoot 56 |