Praise & Blame

Hey, I was drivin' cross the white into the rumble Begin to spin out of my sanity, I tumbled And I've had lows in some places I can't speak of And in my darkest hours that is when I found love Yeah, wipe the crust from my eyes Scaramouche is my disguise I found pain is the thing that makes us wise Praise and blame, yeah it's all the same I been high as a plane, thrown it all down the drain I've been gut punched in my shame Stood up in the light of fame And I'm hopin' for the gain But I'm ready for the rain, praise and blame Well, I sat up to the finest of the tables And a silver spoon was offered to me there And the path was always clear if I was able And I've wasted choices almost everywhere Yeah, Pantaloones knows the rest You can put it to the test I found more doesn't always equal best Praise and blame, it's all the same I've been high as a plan, thrown it all down the drain I've been gut punched in my shame Stood up in the light of fame And I'm hopin' for the gain But I'm ready for the rain, praise and blame Well, it's all the same Well, Siddartha sat below the Bodhi Tree And kept observing, askin', who is this me Neither aversion nor attraction, both illusion can it be Yeah, the middle way is what will set us free Ba-da-da-da-da-dee-da-dee-da-dee-da-dee-da-dee-da-dee Oh, Buddha, under the Bodhi Tree Praise and Blame, it's all the same I've been high as a plane, thrown it all down the drain I've been gut punched in my shame Stood up in the light of fame And I'm hopin' for the gain But I'm ready for the rain, praise and blame It's all the same, praise and blame It's all the same