These are the days of the empty hand
Oh, you hold on to what you can
And charity is a coat you wear twice a year
This is the year of the guilty man
Your television takes a stand
And you find that what was over there is over here
So you scream from behind your door
Say what’s mine is mine and not yours
I may have too much but I’ll take my chances
'Cause God’s stopped keeping score
I think this post struck a nerve.
And, why do you suppose that is?
@otter
- George Michael.