Time will tell exactly how we lasted Comfortable to let the truth run past us Broken bones won't face that throne for answers You're gonna find me picking up my blues for greener pastures Hey Mr Speaker You don't get a flinch back out of me Your mid city bust ups Worn out the campaign on your sleeve Well servants gone And we ain't got no songs for you to read Yeah you're stepping up to take your blues Because the cemetery ain't no use Spare me your grades and your know how I'm turning up for your break down, yeah, yeah No matter what I do