Burning Bush Youth Group
How can I blame you?
Your parents grew you into a man that just
Can't water anything down
It doesn't matter if it's beyond somebody's reach
As long as you get to preach
Your right things to the right ones
I just wish I was good enough to be like you
Because in a small town
Everybody knows what goes on
And who pretends the wrong way
Pray for me today
Because I need your holy hands
To wipe away my stains
Play it safe
Because God forbid you even think outside
Of what you've seen your whole life
Where is the blood you claim?
I've never seen anything besides you never letting it stain your name
Keep the image up
Clean off all the dust
Don't be seen with the ones who are harder love
An ego trip was the only drive you were willing to make
Even then you wouldn't pay for gas
Because your bills were always late
Play it safe
Because God forbid you even think outside
Of what you've seen your whole life
Where is the blood you claim?
I've never seen anything besides you never letting it stain your name
The ring you bought her is gold
But what you traded us for was silver
We drew lines in the floor
It was that night you trampled love with your high horse
Your parents grew you into a man that just
Can't water anything down
It doesn't matter if it's beyond somebody's reach
As long as you get to preach
Your right things to the right ones
I just wish I was good enough to be like you
Because in a small town
Everybody knows what goes on
And who pretends the wrong way
Pray for me today
Because I need your holy hands
To wipe away my stains
Play it safe
Because God forbid you even think outside
Of what you've seen your whole life
Where is the blood you claim?
I've never seen anything besides you never letting it stain your name
Keep the image up
Clean off all the dust
Don't be seen with the ones who are harder love
An ego trip was the only drive you were willing to make
Even then you wouldn't pay for gas
Because your bills were always late
Play it safe
Because God forbid you even think outside
Of what you've seen your whole life
Where is the blood you claim?
I've never seen anything besides you never letting it stain your name
The ring you bought her is gold
But what you traded us for was silver
We drew lines in the floor
It was that night you trampled love with your high horse
Credits
Writer(s): Chris Knox, Danny Laake, Eric Knighton, Mason Croney, Will Herridge
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