Matt Duncan I Don't Know
It's a pretty funny time to be a rebel
The beast went underground, most of the scores were never settled
And I know, think I read it in a book
But I was held up at the library by a sympathetic look
I don't know
It takes diligence and luck to keep your money from the devil
It's a business of its own just to keep marching on the level
Had I known I was born into a maze
Would I have sidestepped creature comforts, kept my head above the haze?
I don't know, I don't know
If there's a martyr I can follow
If there's an alarm that I can raise
I don't know, I don't know
How you pick a righteous path
Among the hungry glory days
I don't know
The world has had its hard knocks, it's diabolical and clever
It spits poison and good sense into the hand that pulls the lever
On the way, while I'm flailing in the dark
I might find a bit of kindling and a mind to catch a spark
