Stumblefoot - Tourniquet

Deep in that cranial psycho vault

The thought you are to be sans fault

It ain’t meant to happen on our own

The consequence of diligence

Without Him will show all the dents

That’s why our eyes are always on the throne

What’s wrong with me, what’s wrong with you

How many times we’ve fallen through

The thin dev-ice of foolish thinking

All along our pride is sinking

The smoothness of another day

Convice me that I’m on my way

At 3 P.M.

it all falls flat

I realize I ain’t all dat

Stumble foot foot stumble

As your ideals start to crumble

Stumble soot foot fumble

Just another chance to be humble

Stumble foot foot stumble

As your ideals start to crumble

The consequence of diligence

Without Him will show all the dents

You point out others' sins overt

Under the carpet, sweep your dirt