Endless Mike And The Beagle Club - Walking On The Side Of The Road lyrics

So first I was a bomb in a briefcase; A mess of smoke and fear I couldn't hide it from me let alone anyone in here I saw myself in the mirror For the first time in a while I was rudely interrupted by a guy with a great big smile I said, "thanks a lot for nothing, a**hole Is this some kind of joke?" He said, "I don't hear anyone laughing over The sound of you as you choke But don't let it go to your head There's room enough in here for us both." So then I was a priest at a pulpit And the only people in the nave Where the only people that my message would never save So Jesus, if you're really coming Really you should get here soon The price of gasoline's been going through the roof So should we mourn like we believe in something Or live like someone died? Do good things happen to terrible people? Is there even such a thing? I still can't decide I open the paper And let it make up my mind I want to be a cause with no martyr I want to be a fight I can't win Let's give it up to the ghost that haunts me once again Because even though it's falling apart, I still want it And even though it's all I know It seems to me, if you never quit writing You never have to read what you wrote And how is that different from making it up as you go? And how is that different from walking on the side of the road? And how is that different from everything that I know?