Ola Podrida Instead
Are you counting those things again
In hope that they get you in
Pretending the wind is a breeze
And letting your body freeze
And if you ask yourself you could stop these wayward pleas
So get up off of your knees
No matter what your father said or the books you read
Maybe you should save yourself instead
We jumped at the count of nine
But you still needed more time
You jumped at the count of eighteen
And let out a joyful scream
And said now I can see
But now you're just playing dead
As you pray to be led
But maybe you should save yourself instead
