Woe Is Me

Here tomorrow, gone today
Heard a part time prophet say
"Life cannot be measured out in years"

All the sorrow on display
Leaves a mark on yesterday
Love forever treasured out in tears

Woe is me
Woe is you
Woe are we
What to do
Woe is me
Woe is me
Woe is you

People in the here and now
Sacrifice their sacred cows
Roast them up for sunday barbeques
Left to wonder why and how
Let them have their holy cows
Holy vows mistaken and abused

Woe is me
Woe is you
Woe are we
What to do
Woe is me
Woe is me
Woe is you

For in fact or in spite
When the truth gets some light
You'll see death and appreciate life

Gone tomorrow far too young
You know why
Don't hold your tongue
Beats your singing dirges with the choir

Left to wonder why and how
Give them folks their holy cows
Ring the rosie round the funeral pyre

Woe is me
Woe is you
Woe are we
What to do
Woe is me
Woe is me
Woe is you

For in fact or in spite
When the truth gets some light
You'll see death and appreciate life



Credits
Writer(s): Al Staehely, John Locke
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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