... Inspired by the Lee Tamahori affair and the small-mindedness of the general public ... all in the same boat ...
lyrics
Fools like me don’t pray
My prayers are but whispers in a crowded parade
I could ask, but I won’t
Cos I won’t remain here for long
Oh, yr hardly a Man
Though yr trying the best that you can
It’s the dress and stilettos
The press will write librettos about
Can’t you figure it out cant you figure it out
The future forgets no regrets about it
Can’t you figure it out can’t you figure it out
That the laws that you break know no Heaven or Hell
Only waiting … we can only wait …
Fools like me don’t pray
I was ripped from the earth
I’ll go back to one day
It’s a given we’re livin some Fuckers idea
Of a joke …
Oh yr hardly a Man
Yr tryin too hard to be hard as you can
It’s the car, and the scars,
And the dumb dopey look on yr face
Can’t yr figure it out cant you figure it out
The future forgets no regrets about it
Can’t you figure it out cant you figure it out
When the laws that you break know no heave or hell
Can’t you figure it out cant you figure it out
The future regrets and forgets about it
Can you figure it out? Have you figured it out
In yr heart that you know that your whisper’s a shout
Only waiting …
We can only wait …
credits
from METRONOME BLUES,
released June 11, 2015
Written, recorded and produced by Rhys Braddock
Recorded in New Plymouth, NZ, 2006