Whose Side Are You On Anyway?
I’ve got to change my ways
Too many times, you just string me along
Pass by the window, what’s in it for me?
Just some notes on your palm to read
Whose side are you on anyway?
You’ve got to get back to the water
I know my lines in the sand washed away
So i’ve got to, i’ve got to change my ways
They threw the whole mess into the ocean
While filling out forms, fulfilled some fictional chores
Now i’ve got to change my ways
A cheaper suit or a handful of days
Blessed all the blank walls as they fall
Was it some rule you said could bend?
Or some corners to cut again?
Whose side are you on anyway?
You’ve got to get back to the water
I know my lines in the sand washed away
Now i’ve got to change my ways