Blanket Lyrics - Parables For Wooden Ears - Powderfinger

Is it obvious that you have had it wrong? 

You're attitude and angst seem to have gone 

Is there no way you can be what you have said? 

Another self-serving sermon 

You can stand and beat your breast 

While they feed on the fruit of their sweat 

You've got it rough 

Haven't you got it rough? 

So you shoot, shoot, shoot 

From the lip 

While you emulate the man that touched your heart 

Imitate at due cost 

Your comment on positions out of reach 

Contradict the very words you preach 

You can stand and beat your breast 

While they feed on the fruit of their sweat 

You've got it rough 

Haven't you got it rough? 

So you shoot, shoot, shoot 

From the lip 

I just know 

I won't 

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