The Score

My mother said, read the rules
You're gonna have to learn them
Don't play with matches, little fool
The fire's going to burn you
Knives are sharp and kids are cruel
Lack of money will make you blue
Do the best you can with what you've got
Thanks Mom but that's not a lot

I apologize
I'm going to have to turn you down
I know the score
But I'm hoping for a little more

My father knew that life was hard
So better put your gloves on
The bigger the battle, the stronger the heart
But I'm so tired of warring
Small matters escaped him
Life escaped him in the end
I'm trying Dad, but look at the state I'm lying in

I apologize
I'm going to have to turn you down
I know the score
But I'm hoping for a little more

Brother, sister, mother, father, friend
Travelers all together
I try to remember
The important thing
To love each other
But from this watchtower
The sky is looking dark
And in my selfish reflection
I can say I'm feeling rather lost

I apologize
I'm going to have to turn you down
I know the score
But I'm hoping for a little more

I
I apologize
I apologize
I know the score
I know the score



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