Does it matter
What I know is no one’s business,
What you want to know is yours,
What do you want to talk about?
Do you just want me to open a few doors?
The world is lunacy, and you cannot fight lunacy,
You cannot smile at its decay, and expect it to go away,
You cannot always run away and or always stay,
But if you concentrate you can melt away,
From the power, the weight, the fight,
And to fight lunacy is a god given right,
And to fight is a choice and a gift,
And to fight gives a woman a lift,
And women are fickle and more insane,
But women can handle more of life’s pain,
And the world is a cess pit,
And I can take the mightiest hit,
And I can dodge the truest love,
And I can rise or dive like a dove,
And I can swallow the world of shit,
And spit it out because I have grit,
And I can listen to it all,
And then turn my name when I hear a call,
And listen as they listen and respond as I see fit,
For I am tougher than Wayne and true grit,
And the world didn’t know what happened when I hit.
But fighting is not, was never my call,
Nor is answering a fool’s call,
Or becoming an idiot as the world want’s,
But listening and learning from God and Truth,
And Truth is such a dangerous thing,
It cut’s and burns and my can it sting,
And people suffer for believing it all,
And people suffer when they neglect God’s call,
And what do I want from it all?
Whiskey and women and away from it all,
And to have my sanity and a bed in a hall,
And I will jest and joke and laugh,
