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Lee Beatty - The Grapes of Wrath Lyrics



Lee Beatty - The Grapes of Wrath Lyrics




Way back in time when I was in my youth
I was taught that a lie is the opposite of truth
But the times must have changed 'cause the truth be told
Your lies are just some real estate that's bought and sold

You think you're so clever, you think I'm dumb
You think if you lie enough I'll just go numb
You disgrace the real, you call it fake
Well here's news for you, fake is your namesake

I gotta stop this blind believin'
I gotta start to think and reason
I know your lies, could lead me down the primrose path
That takes me to the land that grows the Grapes of Wrath

You're insecure, dull and vain
You probably think this song is written in your name
You project your shame, you deflect the blame
You blow away the facts like a hurricane

Yes I'm leaving you, you used me like a toy
You're a sham, you're a peacock, you're a Daddy's boy
I'm tired of your preening, your overwrought drama
I want to live life, not a damn soap opera

I gotta stop this blind believin'
I gotta start to think and reason
I know your lies, could lead me down the primrose path
That takes me to the land that grows the Grapes of Wrath

I thought you were different, a breath of fresh air
But my friends all told me, that I should beware
And now they shun me, my fate they ignore
But it's you, not me, that they should deplore

Well I want to breathe free, I know I belong
I know how to choose the right from the wrong
I will trample on the dirt of your twisted vines
I'll throw light on Fear where the sun never shines

I'm gonna stop this blind believin'
I'm gonna start to think and reason
You will never, lead me down the primrose path
I won't go to the land that grows the Grapes of Wrath

I won't go to the land that grows the Grapes of Wrath
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Way back in time when I was in my youth
I was taught that a lie is the opposite of truth
But the times must have changed 'cause the truth be told
Your lies are just some real estate that's bought and sold

You think you're so clever, you think I'm dumb
You think if you lie enough I'll just go numb
You disgrace the real, you call it fake
Well here's news for you, fake is your namesake

I gotta stop this blind believin'
I gotta start to think and reason
I know your lies, could lead me down the primrose path
That takes me to the land that grows the Grapes of Wrath

You're insecure, dull and vain
You probably think this song is written in your name
You project your shame, you deflect the blame
You blow away the facts like a hurricane

Yes I'm leaving you, you used me like a toy
You're a sham, you're a peacock, you're a Daddy's boy
I'm tired of your preening, your overwrought drama
I want to live life, not a damn soap opera

I gotta stop this blind believin'
I gotta start to think and reason
I know your lies, could lead me down the primrose path
That takes me to the land that grows the Grapes of Wrath

I thought you were different, a breath of fresh air
But my friends all told me, that I should beware
And now they shun me, my fate they ignore
But it's you, not me, that they should deplore

Well I want to breathe free, I know I belong
I know how to choose the right from the wrong
I will trample on the dirt of your twisted vines
I'll throw light on Fear where the sun never shines

I'm gonna stop this blind believin'
I'm gonna start to think and reason
You will never, lead me down the primrose path
I won't go to the land that grows the Grapes of Wrath

I won't go to the land that grows the Grapes of Wrath
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Performed By: Lee Beatty
Language: English
Length: 3:51
Written by: Lee Beatty
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