a white collar dipped in blood does not a blue collar make they offered you a crust of bread you said you’d rather eat cake so don’t tell me you know what’s good for me that a sparrow sees my sin your sage advice may shed water on wisdom but it won’t take away my grin now the blood of the lamb and the sweat of my brow mix where still waters run deep and a veil of tears hides the precious young body of Bo Peep so don’t tell me you know what’s good for me that a sparrow sees my sin your sage advice may shed water on wisdom but it won’t take away my grin Copyright Hills Snyder, 1988 |