Patrick Sweany - It's Spiritual

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It’s spiritual, fantastic
I’m gonna pack my things, gather up my case and go
Put it in a wicker basket
More than a bill to pay, mouth to feed
I found out what makes a man and
Tears him apart and makes him bleed
How do you keep your head
How do you rationalize
How do you go on when you know it’s true enough
See what you see with a naked eye
Oh oh oh you say
Mother brother sister and Dad
Oh o-oh oh
It’s so shame
See you walking down this road again
It’s a heaven load
Broke don’t turn
You can’t stop or
Turn around it all
Eye to eye start to sting and burn
It’s sad affair, tragedy
Sometimes I wonder if Jesus says to
Himself, «I wonder why you ain’t mad at me?»
Ooh, Jesus Christ won’t you come to me
I can’t make it here on my own
And I’m getting a little tired of the mystery
Oh oh oh you say
Mother father sister and they
Oh o-oh oh
It’s so shame to
See you walking down this road again
How do you hold your head up?
Nothing’s so hard as fail
Back to worst chapter and verse
Pages that we read
Oh oh oh you say
Mother, mother mother mother
I know I know
Jesus
Oh oh oh you say
Mother father sister and they
Oh o-oh oh
I know I know I know
See you walking down this road again