Из альбома: Pin Points and Gin Joints
Without really knowing I took all the wrong routes.
The misguided monster in the Doc Marten boots.
In the wrong directions against all of the grains.
Got off at all the wrong stops, back onto all the wrong trains.
When holy hell just broke loose, to cut it out shut it down.
There was the substance abuse running rampant through town.
And when the trouble I had at the back door of the channel.
A steady headache and a handful it was
Too hard to handle
Too hard to handle.
Time I took a good look at the route that I took.
Without a drop of the sense that God had gave to a stone.
But in my own self defense well I was not all alone.
I had the partners and the colleagues and the cohorts in crime.
Heaven sent me to hell bent to be one hell of a time.
There was a swift sudden shift and way too many went south.
The deadly God given gift to junkies I kept my mouth shut.
While I made up my mind I had some choices to make.
Should I leave hell far behind me just
For heaven's sake.
For heaven's sake.
I just took a good look at the route that I took.
I took them all.
Can you recall
The concert hall down at the Bradford Ballroom?
I was tripping pretty hard.
I had dropped what I had copped down on the Boulevard.
Without suggesting to you the routes I took were never wrong.
I took a look and still I took and somehow I stayed strong.
And I stayed on the course with very few deviations.
One of two situations some other odd altercations.
And when my days were too dark well I had something to sell.
I am the carnival barker with some stories to tell.
There'll be apologies made at every fork and each bend.
And I'm so glad that I stayed and I will
Stay til the end.
Stay til the end.
Glad I took a good look at the route that I took.
Stay til the end.
Stay til the end.
Glad I took a good look at the route that I took.