Bend - Corey Smith

He’s got a head like a brick

Dead set in his ways

Sticks and stones couldn’t lead that horse to water

He only hears what he wants

Only thinks of himself

Momma said «Damn that boy is just like his father»

And he’s doing time on a bed made of stone

No rest for the weary, no more wishful thinking

He can’t go home, no starting over again

Life’s just one long fight he can not win

Until he learns how to bend

He’s got a short, short fuse

Better not set him off

When he thinks he’s right

He’d swear in front of Jesus

Let him lie to your face, like he lies to himself

The truth is no one’s more afraid than he is

And he’s doing time on a bed made of stone

No rest for the weary, no more wishful thinking

He can’t go home, no starting over again

Life’s just one long fight he can not win

Until he learns how to bend

Until he learns how to bend

Brother give in

Brother give it up

Brother let go

You ain’t strong enough, no

We all need help, once in a while

Wake up, you’re living in denial

You’ve done your time on a bed made of stone

But it’s not too late to change the way you’re thinking

Fall down on your knees, be born again and again

Life’s just one long fight you can not win

Until you learn how to bend

Until you learn how to bend

Brother be, brother be good

Brother be, brother be good