Jack O'Shea - Roshambo (Rock, Paper, Scissors) lyrics

You never really knew The things you learned would matter; The things you did and didn't do would someday define you; The things you hate the most : The lessons on piano The books you read in Sunday school-- I swear I'd trade in anything to be young again And all these things Were lessons in living It seems like we're all fighting to be more than who we are Life's been a test of virtue and humility so far ‘cause give and take don't matter either way Luck of the draw, the lottery; Roshambo for poverty Destination: anywhere but here Here I go again Feeling sorry for myself Am I getting old at heart-- Too old to pretend That everything's alright? Have I had a choice? Walking past a threshold Into a change And your life's never the same again And all these things Were lessons in living It seems like were all fighting to be more than who we are Life's been a test of virtue and humility so far 'cause give and take don't matter either way Luck of the draw, the lottery; Roshambo for poverty Destination: anywhere but here My mind's open I scream for better things It seems like were all fighting to be more than who we are Life's been a test of virtue and humility so far 'cause give and take don't matter either way Luck of the draw, the lottery; Roshambo for poverty Destination: anywhere but here