Sometimes you've gotta have something to forgive those who don't
Sometimes you got to forgive
Forgive those who don't won't
Sometimes the stars at night can be seen with the eye in the day
But sometimes the scars of life can't be seen till it's time to pay
We pray
They pay
A man in need of service steps into a service garage at two:45 p.m
In a suburb of a small town of Pennsylvania
The stench of cigarettes and days old brewed coffee
Lies stagnant on the walls of which surrounds him
With a curious smile
A woman appears behind a small desk in anticipation and asks the man
Can I help you
Within seconds the man unveils a .44 mag
And pumps two rounds into the woman's head
Scattering her brains and goodwill against the wall
Behind the small desk
Simultaneously two children arrive home safe from school, hungry
Awaiting the arrival of their mother
Sometimes you've gotta have something to forgive those who don't
Sometimes you've gotta forgive, forgive those who don't won't
They don't
They won't
Forgiveness, I think not
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Sometimes you've gotta have something to forgive those who don't
Sometimes you got to forgive
Forgive those who don't won't
Sometimes the stars at night can be seen with the eye in the day
But sometimes the scars of life can't be seen till it's time to pay
We pray
They pay
A man in need of service steps into a service garage at two:45 p.m
In a suburb of a small town of Pennsylvania
The stench of cigarettes and days old brewed coffee
Lies stagnant on the walls of which surrounds him
With a curious smile
A woman appears behind a small desk in anticipation and asks the man
Can I help you
Within seconds the man unveils a .44 mag
And pumps two rounds into the woman's head
Scattering her brains and goodwill against the wall
Behind the small desk
Simultaneously two children arrive home safe from school, hungry
Awaiting the arrival of their mother
Sometimes you've gotta have something to forgive those who don't
Sometimes you've gotta forgive, forgive those who don't won't
They don't
They won't
Forgiveness, I think not
Sometimes you got to forgive
Forgive those who don't won't
Sometimes the stars at night can be seen with the eye in the day
But sometimes the scars of life can't be seen till it's time to pay
We pray
They pay
A man in need of service steps into a service garage at two:45 p.m
In a suburb of a small town of Pennsylvania
The stench of cigarettes and days old brewed coffee
Lies stagnant on the walls of which surrounds him
With a curious smile
A woman appears behind a small desk in anticipation and asks the man
Can I help you
Within seconds the man unveils a .44 mag
And pumps two rounds into the woman's head
Scattering her brains and goodwill against the wall
Behind the small desk
Simultaneously two children arrive home safe from school, hungry
Awaiting the arrival of their mother
Sometimes you've gotta have something to forgive those who don't
Sometimes you've gotta forgive, forgive those who don't won't
They don't
They won't
Forgiveness, I think not
Writer: Rod Bellotti
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