[Music & lyrics - T. Leonard]
Once a week I spit it out Once a week without a doubt
Struggle between your word my deed To the latter I always concede A two legged chair I choose to build On bread alone I choose to feed
Well then why even with all this bread Do I buckle from the pain? It's just sad cause I know what I need has nothing to do with grain Still I try, but nothing my hands make It's just sad, cause getting what I need is so rarely my goal
The next thing that I know While chasing every stone and I start to throw in all directions Scribbling down convictions
Well then why even with all this bread Do I buckle from the pain? It's just sad cause I know what I need has nothing to do with grain Still I try, but nothing my hands make It's just sad, cause getting what I need is so rarely my goal
Struggle between your word my deed To the latter I always concede A two legged chair I choose to build On bread alone I choose to feed