Widespread Panic
Widespread Panic - Makes Sense To Me songtekst
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Brian Whitman I was talking to a homeless drunk about religion He said "It's all I got, but it ain't much 'Cause the way I feel these days, I'd rather have a gun than a crutch" Well, that makes sense to me It makes sense to me, I must confess That makes sense to me It makes sense to me, I must confess Well, I was talking to a little girl, she was a runaway She said, "My daddy treated me like a slave (This line is destined to become WSP's very own You Enjoy Myself... Suggestions include: He shoved me in my mama's bed when I was just 15 He sure made my mama's bed when I was just 15 He sold me in my mama's bed when I was just 15 He showed me my mama's bed when I was just 15 And many others... ) That's why I had to lay him in his grave" That makes sense to me That makes sense to me, I must confess That makes sense to me It makes sense to me, I must... I was talking to a black man from Atlanta He said, "The time has come to take what's mine And if I must bust some heads to achieve justice My righteous cause will well explain the crime" Makes sense to me That makes sense to me, I must confess That makes sense to me Well, it makes sense to me, I must... That makes sense to me That makes sense to me, I must confess Makes sense to me That makes sense to, I must