Blind Melon
Blind Melon
Blind Melon
Blind Melon
Blind Melon
Blind Melon
Blind Melon
Blind Melon
Blind Melon
Blind Melon
Blind Melon
Blind Melon
I've got peace on my mind with a pistol full of insistence
Enough blood to fill an egg
But does it make a difference
Tolerance was the sermon, no matter how dubious
The fundamental thinking just turned so malicious
There's a few people spinning gold
Some just try to save their soul
But I wonder what to do
Money, bills and secret guns
I know I can't help everyone
But I can take on one or two
That's what I'll do
I've got to pick a God, so many of them to witness
Did I follow the right one; does it make a difference?
Inside there's a substance few hold my penance
The whole world has gone mad, but can I make a difference?
There's a few people spinning gold
Some just try to save their soul
But I wonder what to do
Money, bills and secret guns
I know I can't help everyone
But I can take on one or two
That's what I'll do
It's beautiful in the world
It's beautiful in the world
There's a few people spinning gold
Some just try to save their soul
But I wonder what to do
Money, bills and secret guns
I know I can't help everyone
But I can take on one or two
That's what I'll do