Kenny White - Carry You Home lyrics

Damage has been done, family's torn apart Are you the only one that couldn't see this far Battle lines are drawn, no one gets off free Sorry you were born, i'm sure you think the same of me. Where's the rulebook, i can't find it…c'mon tear it into shreds Only fools have ever signed it, only fools have ever bled Try minding your own business, man who died and made you pope Anyone can tell you this is blindness that you're calling hope The state of georgia on their knees, got down last night to pray for rain You can call this desperate means, or certifiably insane I'm tired of wishing on the stars, of smokeless, hopeless, dead end bars We're out of bounds and pigeonholed. shined up to be bought and sold The sour taste of politics, pound my head into the bricks We've learned to live with second rate and nothing changing but the date The revolution will be televised and sponsored by maybelline eyes I'm afraid that too much time will pa** before we pull our heads out of our Ask your child what he needs, what's making him act out like that Ignore the fact that he might be a thoughtless, spoiled little brat Kids think they're hot but got no fire, gadgets have replaced desire The golden rule is still followed, but now it's mostly about the gold I'm tired of fingers on no pulse, of featherweight tv idols Low rent looks and highway rage, i'm tired of trying to act your age Weekend boys so meek and mild, they talk the talk but got no style The girls win by a country mile, still lag behind in single file The perfect couldn't-care-less face, the hair so neatly out of place The faint glow of sincerity, look at me – don't look at me Everything's all right, don't feel so alone. jesus gonna carry you home Bibles raised, fingers point, first noses out of joint Until their closet opens wide and we shake the skeletons inside You must be some conservative, gung-ho to die and scared to live Confusing flags with pride a**uming god is on your side Before this planet's left for dead, how 'bout you lend a hand instead Of counting on the fiery lakes, clean up your mess, for heaven's sake Failure's now prosperity, lying's now sincerity Sixty's the new twenty eight, still everyone is running late Teachers barely pay their bills, but learn to swing a louisville Don't matter you can't field or run, ten million in your 401 All the broken little pieces, all the sad fashionistas Sunken cheeks and rotten moods, phds in attitudes Here lie fifty empty shells, and suddenly there're no more Bells Innocents are falling dead, can't get it straight, who, when, what said Cases are just open, shut. the news gives us everything but. Another lamb fed to the slaughter, this machine is out of order. Everything's all right, don't feel so alone. jesus gonna carry you home Shawn pelton…drums Marty ballou…upright ba** Duke levine…guitar Kenny white…piano, arp strings, percussion Tom "bones" malone…flute Amy helm, catherine russell…background vocals