god_blessed_the_wrong_way dafremen r.dafremen Metallic taste of acid rain on my tongue as I head to work again, lined up two by two in the cattle cars. Another day at the factory wearing out whatever's left of me. But everybody says we've come so far. I heard that several hundred years ago, they set out on this very shore to make sure we'd all be free somehow. As I walk through these weary days, trying my very best to find a better way, I wonder what happened between then and now? God blessed the wrong way. Payday comes and once again, they ship us to the stores and when they see we're out of ready cash to spend..it's off to sleep in our little beds, inside little tubes, with our little heads placed directly underneath our TV sets. But some say that several hundred years ago, they set out on this very shore to make sure we'd all be free somehow. As I walk through these weary days, I try so hard to find a better way. Still, what happened between then and now? God blessed the wrong way. But I truly believe that with a little inspiration, a bit more perspiration, we could have a celebration day. A little more dedication to the hearts our ways are breaking could lead us to a better place. And when that day comes, you'll see, I'll fall down on my knees, so grateful that we found a better way. Beat the clock and find my mind in a contraband guitar and simple rhymes of empty days living in the daily grind. I sip a beer; if I could I'd pray, but someone took our God away: completely erased the memory from our minds. But they tell me several hundred years ago, they set out with sincerity to lift us all above the common fray. And when I think back on those days, I know we've got to find a better way. I simply don't know when or how. God blessed the wrong way. 151223 ... dafremen REVISION: Another day at the factory wearing out whatever's left of me. And everybody says we've come so far. 151223 ... dafremen REVISION: And when that day comes, you'll see, I'll fall down on my knees, so grateful that we found another way. 151223 what's it to you? who go blather from