Album: All in Hand
Living or dying, ain't the question for me
But how to survive these moral beliefs
Of sex and religion and the things that we kill
Without facing a judge but our own bloody will
Life isn't easy, but I'm learning hard
Coming from the blind side
Mama, it's all in hand
Growing up under normal conditions
Wonder if I'd get a clue
About first things first and the last thing too
Being stuck in the middle cause we all need food for thoughts
And reasons for being sincere
On the blind side
Mama, it's all in hand
Waiting for you and I hope you're coming down on me
I'm looking up from my hands
I see all these tears that you've cried
Want to show you how to be almighty fine
I'm looking down to the waters, tell the sun where I want the shine
Remember to go where the others stand still
On the blind side
Mama, it's all in hand