DIE BOLD by Tom Jensen
I would undo it all
To leap back in time
Just to get one decade back
I’d surely sell my soul blind
As a matter of fact
I’d trade out any ten people I’ve ever met
Just to live anywhere but here
Since this address is a place of regret
Go ahead and ask me again
And you’ll see why I don’t have any friends
For my reply will be exactly the same
I don’t play by the rules ‘cause this isn’t my game
It’s not my fault
It’s all my fault
When the voting machine is named ‘die bold’
You learn to take everything with a grain of salt…
Sure, Al Gore got rhythm but he lost his soul
What good is knowledge without a bit of wisdom bestowed?
It’s about as good as dying young or being born old
Since the difference between being worthless, useless or priceless
Is that when feelings are warm inactions lead to war because numbers are cold