Makes Sense to Me

Another busy day, but here's some lyrics from Widespread Panic:

I was talking to a homeless drunk about religion
He said "It's all I got, but it ain't much
'Cause the way I feel these days,
I'd rather have a gun than a crutch"


Well, that makes sense to me
It makes sense to me, I must confess
That makes sense to me
It makes sense to me, I must confess


Listen to a little girl, she was a runaway.
She said "My daddy treated me like a slave.
Soiled me in my momma bed when I was just 15.
That's why I had to lay him in his grave!"


Well, that makes sense to me
It makes sense to me, I must confess
That makes sense to me
It makes sense to me, I must confess


Talking to a black man from Atlanta.
He said "The time has come to take what's mine.
And if I must bust a few heads to achieve justice,
My righteous cause will well explain the crime!"


Well, that makes sense to me
It makes sense to me, I must confess
That makes sense to me
It makes sense to me, I must confess


Well, that makes sense to me
It makes sense to me, I must confess
That makes sense to me
It makes sense to me, I must confess

A song that fits my mood. (And you can find your own youtube videos; I don't do video).