Hope i'm not posting too often, don't want to become a nuisance, or overstep the mark.
Slap my wrist, if that's the case.
Critches
See the drunks in the downtown bars
Holding tight to their whisky jars
See them rolling through the night
Two steps wrong and one step right
They must have a reason, why they drink their lives away
And who am i to tell them, how to make it through the day
I take a drink myself, though i don't drink too much
But who knows, one day, i might lean upon that crutch
See the homeless beggar on the street
Looking for a coin or a bite to eat
See the desperation in his eye
Hoping to catch some kindness passing by
There must be a reason, why he aint got a roof
But i'm not gonna guess, or judge, cos i don't know the truth
Iv'e been close to begging, when i aint had too much
And who knows, one day, i might lean upon that crutch
See the hopeless junkie coming down
Craving more of the golden brown
From his friends and family he would steal
Long as he can make another deal
There must be a reason, why he jumped into that flame
Call it self inflicted, but it aint just him to blame
Iv'e taken drugs myself, but the hard stuff i don't touch
But who knows, one day, i might lean upon that crutch
See the congregation in the sunday pews
Holding on to the gospel news
See them down on bended knee
Putting faith in a god that they can't see
They must have a reason, why they worship as they do
And who am i to criticise, or to tell them it aint true
I turn to God sometimes, but i don't prey too much
But who knows, one day, i might lean upon that crutch.
