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Will Hoge

Thoughts & Prayers

 

Thoughts & Prayers

(album: My American Dream - 2018)


Another politician sitting far away
Doesn't matter how many got gunned down today
As long as you can keep your reelection bills paid
You're just a whore to the guild that's called the NRA
They tell you how to vote and they sell you all their lies
And we watch as common sense just slowly dies
And now you got blood on your hands, oh but you don't care
You just sit back and send out your thoughts and prayers

Thoughts and prayers
Thoughts and prayers
Don't give a damn about your thoughts and prayers
It's just spit and wind flying around in the air
Why don't you do your job up there
And keep your thoughts and prayers

Momma crying because the baby won't come home
You tell the father that you're sorry that his son is gone
While you sit and do nothing in that big white dome
And just hope we all forget to care
But you could have done something and we all wish that you would
To prove to the world you had one tiny ounce of good
But you'll blame somebody else for all this despair
And not do a thing but offer up your thoughts and prayers

Thoughts and prayers
Thoughts and prayers
Don't give a damn about your thoughts and prayers
It's just spit and wind flying around in the air
Why don't you do your job up there
And keep your thoughts and prayers

Someday when time finally takes its toll
And your maker comes to call his final row
I hope he'll close up the gates and send you straight to hell
For the truth that you knew but got paid not to tell
And you'll, beg and you'll cry "Lord don't send me down there!"
"The devil made me do it," you'll say "I'm sorry I swear!"
And God will just laugh and tell you "I don't care."
Send you to the fire with just his thoughts and prayers

Thoughts and prayers
Thoughts and prayers
Don't give a damn about your thoughts and prayers
It's just spit and wind flying around in the air
Why don't you do your job up there
And keep your thoughts and prayers

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