River from NIGHT by Tom Jessen

Well it was like a scene out of a Peckinpaw movie
I was running from those boys
and with each blow in slow motion
they kicked me in the head
so I just laid there and waited out their fury
with my humility exposed
more just tired from my wounded pride
and just how funny life could be

Saint Stephen let them throw rocks at him
til he laid smiling on the ground
well his blood stained the sand
with a proud command
that what just happened was good
now I don't know a thing about justice
and revenge is for the weak
and coward get slung
from testosterone tongues a bit too quickly

and there ain't no ice in the freezer
to put on my bruises
but now I understand the value of suffering
so you can put me in the ground
and isn't mine to question why this river flows that way

hey Job, where's you go
you got any words for me
well my wisdom gets scarce when everything else
blows away with the breeze
now these times keep getting tougher
and I'm so tired of it all I could sleep
do I take another step
or just laugh myself to death
it's every consequence to me
well you wouldn't leave me like this would you?
with so little to show
I picture a house in the sun down on rural route 1
inside a girl's waiting for me
now I threw out all of my money
seeking shelter with the meek
but even these dreams are like hanging toys in playpens
they're always out of reach

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