MEN ON MY SHOULDER by Tom Jensen
When my baby said, “You’ve got to choose”
I knew right there that she would lose
You see, I’ve never been good at multiple choice
Seems I always listen to the wrong little voice
I knew that would be the last time I got to hold her
Two little guys at war, one on each shoulder
One is good and the other bad
The good one knew that I’d been had
This is the way they play their game
One-hundred to nothing and I’m to blame
Once and awhile I knock the bad one off
But he climbs back up and them he begins to scoff
“I know deep down inside that you want me to win”
“Who would care about angels surrounded by this world of sin?”
Maybe he’s right…just what’s the use?
But I’m still sick and tired from all his abuse