Yer Copout

Lyrics

One...Sorry One, two three, four There's a million ways to get lost and never find your out A million ways to get water within an August drought If you don't have the wherewithal to figure that one out You'd better give it up right now And settle in with your copout Oh these times are really tough There is pain and there is sorrow There's always time to lend And there is money you can borrow So why do today what you can always do tomorrow Let someone else put their foot forward You will follow Today And if tomorrow is thе sun We are stuck herе on the moon And there is nobody around who's gonna make you leave this room And you don't want to go You don't want to go Because you don't want to know There's a million ways to get lost and never find your way out When the things you do say nothing to Define what your about The devil's got his hooks in you You're his without a doubt You'd better give it up right now And settle in with your copout