WATERING THE WEEDS By Tom Jensen
There are no more secrets
No more trying to hide what you know is true
And you better believe it
There’s no more denying to yourself
No use left in lying to everybody else
Self-crucifying…that’s exactly what you do
Jesus Christ!
Yeah, he did it, too
What game is left to play?
When you can’t play pretend?
Just what do you say?
When you know it’s the end?
This crippling disease has taken its toll
Will never heal, can never mend
Will never be whole
No escaping the demons that have taken control
Show me a man who has lost his strength
I’ll show you a man who has lost his soul
And once you’ve lost the love
Then that’s the end…it’s time to go
While you’ve been praying for salvation
I’ve been thinking about
All the time you’ve been wasting
Seems this madness never stops
In your mind you flip then flop
Riding a broken down Merry-Go-Round
Wondering when you’re gonna get off?
When will you realize that…
We’ve all just one life to live
You’ve got your fingers and your toes
In the cracks of the dam
As you find you’re running out of hands
And it’s still leaking like a sieve
You had better back away
‘Cause pretty soon something’s gonna give
When will you realize that…
You’re better off alone
You can’t get blood from a stone
When’s he coming home?
Don’t you think that’s a bit too soon?
You truly are your mother’s child
If you believe this rose is going to bloom
Perhaps it’s time to grab the weed wacker
For your little secrets can stab like jabbing thorns
Like how many times he’s really smacked ya
There are no excuses left for you to use
By now you know that you’ve been warned
Time to turn off the hose
And stop watering the weeds
There’s already few too many flowers
Is this what the world really needs?