The Wayside

Born on the 4th July Hypocrite didn't take much time to pick a side—the quickest ticket to the bay side Give a scarlet letter When the puritan survive I'm a broken record spinning out of control And Your the narrater of a book never sold But I read it-didn't match what was told-just ripped apart this soul Give a scarlet letter, remind em they're all better, the sinner damned forever But I wrote the book on complexity, human greed and moral purity So save your lecture, I've got company with every book in my library I've taken up at the wayside Yeah I've got much to write One another Won't infringe ya Two each-other Just enough to injure Fort Knox got an empty safe with fools gold piled high And we all get what we demand when the truths in short supply Give a scarlet letter, don't you dare forgive em ever, what we preach need not apply Fanshawe don't forget about me She the angler down by the sea So (Let's) burn every copy in the colony like Salem burned anyone but times are better Now we lock em up forever and throw away the key But I read a book that said 'turn your cheek' and I read a book that said he 'died for me' But it's 1864-this House divided in civil war! Can we compromise? Both sides (Pew) seen sacrifice I'll give you my weight in gold to keep a nation whole I forgive you-cast no blame We all learn and change Do you believe the same? I'm taking up at the wayside-to work on my last goodbyes So if I don't see you again in this life I suppose I don't see you on the other side Carolina, Virginia, north Salem and continue New line of opinion I'm taking up at the wayside