Out Into The Open
Written by Scott Wainwright
Hey You look a little green around the gills
Sit down and tell me your ills
What's a matter with that now?
Can't see the wood for the trees
Can't see my feet for my knees
Come on now, take that bow
(chorus)
Lets get it out into the open
Leaning on oblivion
Buckle up and offer a token
Life is for the living
Time is as long as a rope
Try using a little more soap
What's a matter with that now?
So they tarred you with the same old brush
Slow down now, what is the rush?
Come on now, take that bow
(chorus)
You've been caught now, swinging that lead
It could be worse, you could be dead
But you got through somehow
There's a chip on your shoulder
I had one when I was older
But I am younger than that now
From the album 'Every Man Has His Critics'
Available here https://scottwainwright.bandcamp.com/album/every-man-has-his-critics
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